"You were willing to give her away, yet you cared enough to go to her when she cried. I don't understand it."
"I don't know, but she cried and I thought somethin' might be hurtin' her or she wasn't covered up warm enough—and I wanted to touch her again—and—and—"
"But if you feel that way, how could you leave her?"
"What was I to do with her? I couldn't take her back home. I come from the country and I couldn't go back with a baby. No one would speak to me, and it would hurt Mother so. I jest couldn't. She's only two weeks old, and you know when you leave the hospital with a baby two weeks old in your arms, and you can't go home and you've no money, what are you goin' to do?"
And she turned the tear-stained, questioning face of a child up to the Judge.
"What were you going to do if the baby was taken in?"
"I'd have tried to get work somewhere, but you can't get work with a baby."
"Have you no friends?"
"No; only some girls in the store where I worked."
"How did you come to leave the baby where you did?"