It was a boy baby cooing in swaddling clothes, a baby who had just been born to the butcher's servant across the alley, the maid Isobella who trailed behind, beaming. She moved forward almost indiscernibly, a millimeter. She was obliged, as she explained continually to every one who cared to listen, to be so very particular. The younger of the two, who was seated next to Jack, and seemed to monopolize his attention, could not be more than seventeen, though her person had all the maturity of twenty. Yet I fancy that we who have been poor ourselves must be the best judges of the needs of the people. She found a clean sweatshirt and soft pajama pants, glad to trade the wet for the dry. Nothing ensued.
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