"Why, mommy, 'course not! Turn over now and go to sleep."
Another hour, and suddenly Mrs. Kaufman shot out her arm from the coverlet, jerking back the sheet and feeling for her daughter's dewy, upturned face where the tears were slashing down it.
"Baby!"
"Mommy, you—you mustn't!"
"Oh, my darling, like I didn't suspicion it!"
"It's only—"
"You got, Ruby, the meanest mama in the world. But you think, darling, I got one minute's happiness like this?"
"I'm all right, mommy, only—"
"I been laying here half the night, Ruby, thinking how I'm a bad mother what thinks only of her own—"
"No, no, mommy. Turn over and go to sl—"