"How soundly the little thing sleeps," she said.
"Yes, soundly," was the answer.
"Move a little, and let me take it up."
"No!"
A look of defiance came into that beautiful face. Katharine was resolved to defend her secret to the last moment.
Mrs. Allen became frightened; forced the bedclothes from that feeble grasp, and stooped down to search for the child.
It was gone!
"Where—oh, Katharine—where is the baby?"
A gleam of infinite craft stole into those blue eyes.
"What baby?"