Nannie

[…] one of her lambs herding the kid away from the nannie, while the ewe's other two lambs were nursing the nannie.

The last sign I am going to mention to-day is a very strong attachment for one particular person. I mean a “Mummie’s boy” or “Nannie’s baby” or “Daddie’s girl.” It is natural for a baby or a toddler to be fondest of those who have fed, bathed and dressed him, played with him (not too much, I hope) and cared for him but there comes a time—the earlier the better—when he wants to try to do things for himself, to feel his feet, and to begin to learn independence.

My nannie was the daughter of a signalman—his box was on the down side of the railway at Smeeth, on the old South Eastern main line—and she fortunately needed no persuasion of the desirability of spending all leisure moments by the trains and steamers.

She was also two years older than my gentle uncle, who was a favorite with both my mother and my nannie […]