Here were two little orphans much worse off than I had ever been.

Public charity, it has been said, had brought up the little orphan.

One of those lucky little orphans old enough to remember his last name, not unlike yourself.

I was a homeless little orphan just like her once.

Mary began to take these little orphans into her home and take care of them.

No one, least of all she, understands her drive to possess this little orphan, but it seems to have something to do with winning.

I went back and got them, poor little orphans.

Those two little orphans did far more for me than I did for them.

Are they gifts for the little heathen orphans in Africa?

The littlest orphans are spared; to shoot them would be too much of an outrage.