" ...] The eyes of the dying woman roamed from one to the other of her six children-twenty-two-year-old Jack, handsome and manly, so like-oh, so like that other Jack who had come wooing her nearly thirty years ago Bridgie, slim and delicate-so unfit, poor child, to take the burden of a mother's place; Miles, with his proud, overbearing look, a boy who had had especial claims on her care and guidance; Joan, beautiful and daring, ignorant of nothing so much as of her own ignorance; Pat, of the pensive face and reckless spirit; and last but not least, Pixie, her baby-dear, naughty, loyal little...
" ...] The eyes of the dying woman roamed from one to the other of her six children-twenty-two-year-old Jack, handsome and manly, so like-oh, so like ...