"But I must get back to my babies," said Mrs. Bines, plaintively.
She, carrying the babies, drugged with paregoric, in a basket on her arm.
Babies are common enough to most folks, but Lovey was diff'rent.
Never a village fool without a troop of babies at his heels.
My children, my babies, my little dolls, you are all afraid of him.
She is a demon now, and the pest of ...