Frances intervened.
“I don’t think it’s quite your place to come here and abuse Mr. Petersen,” she said sternly.
“What have you got to do with it?” asked Minnie, “it’s none of your business, that I can see.”
She dried her eyes and sat up straighter.
“Where are the babies?” she asked.
“Asleep,” Frances answered.
Minnie got up and went toward the door, but Frances intercepted her.
“Let them alone!” she ordered.
Minnie stared at her.
“What do you mean! They’re my children.”