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"The child has brought us luck -- luck at last, Mildred," Dr. Carruthers was saying, a few hours later. "When I lifted her in my arms she was as light as a feather. A poor little shabby, overworked thing, all eyes, and too big a forehead. Her boots were broken, and I noticed that her fingers were rough with hard work."
He was walking up and down his wife's drawing-room in a tremendous state of excitement, while she smiled at him from the sofa.