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life-—an' managin' them—an' feedin' them—an' seein' they 're kep' full an' happy. Faith, I wish 't I 'd been born a man meself. 'T must be an easy life." She shook her head over it. "I s'pose I 'll be a gran'mother too, now, soon enough. There 's no end to it. Nothin' but trouble.… A gran'mother. Well now!" And with that she began to smile as tenderly as if she had the baby in her arms already. "A gran'mother. What d' yuh think o' that!"
