Dr. Grenfell made every tempting promise he could think of.
"If you'll let me have Jimmy, I'll give your husband a fine gun."
"No," said Mrs. Mitchell. "Ye can't have un."
"I'll send him plenty of powder and shot."
She shook her head.
"I'll give him a letter to the agent so he can get work."
She made an impatient gesture of rejection with her free hand.
The Doctor played a trump card. "You shall have nice dresses for yourself and clothes for all the children."
Mrs. Mitchell yielded. "Well then, ye can have Jimmy. But that's all. That's the very last one."
"Now, Mrs. Mitchell, be reasonable. Let me have the baby girl, too."