Without a word Lynda turned and left Betty with the children.
CHAPTER XXI
Potential motherhood can endure throes of travail other than physical; and for the next week Lynda passed through all the phases of spiritual readjustment that enabled her, with blessed certainty of success, to accept what she had undertaken.
She did not speak to Truedale at once, but she went daily to Betty’s and with amazement watched the miracle Betty was performing. She never forgot the hour, when, going softly up the stairs, she heard little Ann laugh gleefully and clap her hands.
Betty was playing with the baby and telling Ann a story at the same time. Lynda paused to listen.
“And now come here, little Ann, and kiss Bobilink. Isn’t he smelly-sweet and wonderful?”
“Yes.”
“That’s right. Kiss him again. And you once said you just naturally didn’t like babies! Little Ann, you are a humbug. And now tell me how much you like Bobilink.”
“Heaps and lickwigs.”