"You are the worst trouble now, headstrong youth!" was the answer. "I wonder who is to nurse you at Hollow's Cottage? Your sister Hortense knows no more about such matters than a child."
"Thank God! for I have had nursing enough to last me my life."
Here the little girls came in--Jessie crying, Rose quiet but grave. Moore took them out into the hall to soothe, pet, and kiss them. He knew it was not in their mother's nature to bear to see any living thing caressed but herself. She would have felt annoyed had he fondled a kitten in her presence.

"Who is to nurse you at Hollow's Cottage? Your sister Hortense knows no more about such matters than a child."
"Thank God! I have had nursing enough to last me my life."
Here the little girls came in - Jessie crying, Rose quiet but grave. Moore took them into the hall, out of their mother's sight, to soothe them; for their mother could not bear to see any living thing caressed but herself.
