Polly had said the baby
would be like Kate. Its hair and colouring were like hers, but it
had the brown eyes of its father, and enough of his facial lines
to tone down the too generous Bates features. When the baby was
five months old it was too pretty for adequate description. One
baby has no business with perfect features, a mop of curly, yellow
silk hair, and big brown eyes. One of the questions Kate and Adam
discussed most frequently was where they would send her to
college, while one they did not discuss was how sick her stomach
teeth would make her. They merely lived in mortal dread of that.
"Convulsion," was a word that held a terror for Kate above any
other in the medical books.
The baby had a good, formal name, but no one ever used it. Adam,
on first lifting the blanket, had fancied the child resembled its
mother and had called her "Little Poll." The name clung to her.
Kate could not call such a tiny morsel either Kate or Katherine;
she liked "Little Poll," better. The baby had three regular
visitors. One was her father. He was not fond of Kate; Little
Poll suited him.
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