Harriet nodded, her smile still failing to falter. "I think she will be happy with you even if you don't have children," she said, rubbing her hands together to rid them of damp dirt, "she smiles at you nicely." Harriet looked up. "Like she thinks you're special." The girl turned away and examined the rhododendrons for any weeds, then added, quite matter-of-fact, "She only looks at me and you like that."