"Well—I did mention jelly-molds, but still—"
"And didn't you make me feel so bad that I couldn't let Mr. Thornton give that blessed little John in charge and be sent to a home?"
"Why—why—you had already decided; but still—"
"That's the third time you've said, 'but still,' and I don't see as it helps me any now."
"What'll I say, Miss Doane?"
"You jest help me out of this fix I'm in. I got eleven babies on my hands, and what am I goin' to do with 'em?"
"Well, it is a question, isn't it?"
"No, it ain't a question; it's a whole book of questions, and the answers ain't found. I wash my hands of it all. You got me in; now you get me out."
And Drusilla sat back in her chair.
"Why—why—you put rather a responsibility on me. What does Mr. Thornton say?"