"She told me that Ben were the brat's pa, and that—" her eyes gladdened as she finished—"she were a-lovin' him; and, Satisfied, when we air a-lovin', and lovin' damn hard, then ain't we happy when we air with them what we loves?"
She had come close to him, standing near the dead man and woman. The girl slipped her hand into Longman's reassuringly, as she asked the last question.
"Yep," replied Satisfied, disappearing into the back room.
Tessibel had forgotten the child in the basket. She turned her eyes toward it, and a movement of the cover told her that the little Dan was awake. She was bending over it when Longman appeared at her side.
"Mammy says as how ye air to come in, Tess," he said, his eyes falling upon the child. "Whose brat air it?" he asked, with no shadowing suspicion in his glance. "Where did ye get it, Tessibel?"
"I air a-carin' for it for a while. I comed, Satisfied——"
Could she ask these people in sore grief for a dress that the dead child on the board had worn?
"Ye comed for what?" asked the man.
"I air a-wantin' to take him to the church, and I ain't got no dress for him. Would Mammy Longman let me take one?"
"Yep. Go in, and tell her. She air in bed."