She was not diverted, even by this chance to dwell on her pet grievance, but went her own way.
"I suppose you'll feel now you've got to look out for that Brownrig girl, too," she said.
"That Brownrig girl?" I repeated.
I tried not to show it, but the blood rushed to my heart and made me faint. I realized something terrible was coming, though I had nothing to go upon but the old gossip about Tom and the fact that I had seen him come from the red house.
"Her sin has found her out," returned Aunt Naomi with indignant emphasis. "For my part, I don't see what such creatures are allowed to live for. Think what kind of a mother she will make. They'd better take her and her baby and drown 'em along with her father and brother."
"Aunt Naomi!" was all I could say.
"Well, I suppose you think I'm not very charitable, but it does make me mad to see that sort of trash"—
"I don't know what you are talking about," I interrupted. "Has the Brownrig girl a child?"
"No; but she's going to have. Her mother's gone off and left her, and she's down sick with pneumonia besides."
"Her mother has gone off?"