1 The child was mistress of the situation.
2 In some way you seem to me like a child, Edna.
3 Even as a child she had lived her own small life all within herself.
4 He assured her the child was consuming at that moment in the next room.
5 I was a little unthinking child in those days, just following a misleading impulse without question.
6 It seems to me, my dear child," said the Doctor at parting, holding her hand, "you seem to me to be in trouble.
7 She wished them to taste something of the life their father had lived and known and loved when he, too, was a little child.
8 When Etienne had fallen asleep Edna bore him into the back room, and Robert went and lifted the mosquito bar that she might lay the child comfortably in his bed.
9 For the first time she recognized the symptoms of infatuation which she had felt incipiently as a child, as a girl in her earliest teens, and later as a young woman.
10 She did not look back now, but went on and on, thinking of the blue-grass meadow that she had traversed when a little child, believing that it had no beginning and no end.
11 But that night she was like the little tottering, stumbling, clutching child, who of a sudden realizes its powers, and walks for the first time alone, boldly and with over-confidence.