What a granddaughter you have, William Davidson, darkeyed and whitetoothed. Who is she? Not yours?
There is a mother and there is a daughter, and the daughter turned out to be my friend Lindas child.
Emma pushed open the front door of her flat with her shoulder, clutching little Alfie tightly in his swaddle.
What a granddaughter you have, William D. Hart, darkeyed and whitetoothed. Whose child is that?
My fathers new wife arrived one day with a big box of sweets and two little poodles wagging their tails
Dear Diary, Today I finally got to hold my little miracle, Mabel, after a harrowing night in the maternity
Conrad Bennett sits in his wheelchair, staring through the dustcovered window of his hospital room.
When the door shut behind Helen Archer, the office was left with only three peopleEmily, her little daughter