"Why, you an't such an unnatural woman, I hope," returns Bucket sternly, "as to wish your own child dead?"
"God knows you are right, master," she returns. "I am not. I'd stand between it and death with my own life if I could, as true as any pretty lady."
"Then don't talk in that wrong manner," says Mr. Bucket, mollified again. "Why do you do it?"

"Why, you an't such an unnatural woman, I hope," returns Bucket sternly, "as to wish your own child dead?"
"I am not, master," she returns. "I'd stand between it and death with my own life if I could, as true as any lady."
"Then why do you talk in that wrong manner?" says Mr. Bucket.
