One morning, as he was leaving the house after breakfast, he turned back and said abruptly: "Fan, don't you think you'd better send the baby away and get it over with?"
"No," said his wife unhesitatingly—and he knew his worst suspicion was correct. "I've made up my mind to keep her."
"It isn't fair to Ruth."
"Send it away—where?"
"Anywhere. Get it adopted in Chicago—Cincinnati—Louisville."
"Lorella's baby?"
"When she and Ruth grow up—what then?"
"People ain't so low as some think."
"'The sins of the parents are visited on the children unto——'"
"I don't care," interrupted Fanny. "I love her. I'm going to keep her. Wait here a minute."