“DROP THE CHILD!”
“Good-bye!” said the American; “I will take good care of the baby,” and, taking her from the mother’s arms, he started for the door. There was a shriek—the woman darted to him just as he was closing the door, and snatched the baby from him.
“Drop the child!” said the father. “You can’t have her for all the money there is in Ameriky.”
“No, sor!” ejaculated the mother, half way between fainting and hysterics. “I can’t part wid her!”
And she commenced undressing the baby.
“Take back yer beautiful clothes—give me back the rags that was on her—but ye can’t have the child!”
And the girl—she commenced undressing, too; for she did not want to obtain clothes under false pretenses. But the American stopped the disrobing.
“It’s bad for the child,” he said, “but somehow I can’t blame you. You are welcome to the clothes, though.”