"Is it about my baby, mother?"
"Yes."
"I am glad you are willing to answer me; the doctor put me off."
"But I will not put you off, my poor child."
"What is it, mother? This frightens me—your voice is husky, your face strange—did my baby die a hard death?"
"Yes, very hard. It was killed."
The voice was indeed husky that uttered these words.
Katharine rose up in the bed, her eyes grew large and wild.
"Killed?"
"Yes, God help us—it was dead and buried when we found it."