He nodded his approbation.
“Say, Saxon, you know I did want a boy like the very dickens... well, I don't care now. I think I'm set just as hard on a girl, an', well, here's hopin' the next will be called... you wouldn't mind, would you?”
“What?”
“If we called it the same name, Daisy?”
“Oh, Billy! I was thinking the very same thing.”
Then his face grew stern as he went on.
“Only there ain't goin' to be a next. I didn't know what havin' children was like before. You can't run any more risks like that.”
“Hear the big, strong, afraid-man talk!” she jeered, with a wan smile. “You don't know anything about it. How can a man? I am a healthy, natural woman. Everything would have been all right this time if... if all that fighting hadn't happened. Where did they bury Bert?”
“You knew?”
“All the time. And where is Mercedes? She hasn't been in for two days.”