Motherwise

The chubby father let the baby slide into one of the heavy wooden chairs, and the little girl instantly busied herself, motherwise, smoothing out the child's rumpled frock of clean faded calico, placing his fat legs to give a better balance in the big seat, straightening the cheap wide straw hat, ludicrously too old, that was fastened with a string under his double chin.

Then she looked at Paragot and the child, a yard or two in front of us. "He is the image of his father," she said almost reverentially. […] "Pauvre chéri," said Blanquette, motherwise.