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When she was well again she dismissed the nurse and took , herself , entire charge of the child . `` There are no mammies these days , '' she had said in reply to Dudley 's remonstrances , `` and I ca n't trust him with one of the new negroes -- I really ca n't . Why , I saw one slap a baby once . '' So she bathed and dressed him in the mornings and rocked him to sleep at midday and at dark , and in the brightness of the forenoon gave him an airing on the piazza that overlooked the back garden . From the time of her getting up to her lying down he left her arms only when he was laid asleep in the little crib beside her bed . But , for all this , he was a healthy , hearty baby , with a round bald head , great blue eyes like china marbles , and a ridiculous mouth that would not shut over the pink gums and hide the dimples at the corners . He did not cry because , as yet , he had n't seen the moon , and the lamp had been carefully emptied and given to him as soon as he was big enough to hold out his hands .