"She hath been marked in the womb by the troubles her mother bore," exclaimedold Margery, shaking her head. "She never had the ways of other babies,but hath ever that wistful look--and her eyes are brighter than theyshould be. Mistress Winslow will never raise that teeny child--now mark me!"

"Take care!" said Rose, "let not her mother hear you."

"Why, look at her beside of Wrestling Brewster, or Faith Carver. They areflesh and blood, and she looks as if she had been made out of sunshine.'Tis a sweet babe as ever was; but fitter for the kingdom of heaven thanour rough life--deary me! a hard time we have had of it. I suppose it really isall best, but I don't know."