“Scared again?” Ma asked. “Why, you can’t get through nine months without sorrow.” “But will it—hurt the baby?” Ma said, “They used to be a sayin’, ‘A chile born outa sorrow’ll be a happy chile.’ Isn’t that so, Mis’ Wilson?” “I heard it like that,” said Sairy. “An’ I heard the other: ‘Born outa too much joy’ll be a doleful boy.’ ”
