“That’s very different. Besides, you took an interest in my baby’s grace. No one else did that. Even the baby’s father——”
“O Mrs. Langley,” Anna interrupted quickly, “Mr. Langley doesn’t—he’s a real true-blue Christian, you know. He doesn’t think of Ella May as dead, and so——”
“Never mind that. But I wish that if you aren’t going back to Miss Penny’s you’d come right here and stay all the time.”
Anna could scarcely restrain a groan. “I’m needed at home,” she said briefly and drew her jacket together. But after all, the real business of her call hadn’t been touched upon.
“You knew that there was a baby, too—little Joe, Junior?” she asked.
Mrs. Langley assented without interest.
“He was left pretty much alone, poor little lamb, wasn’t he?”
“I suppose the girl Hazel would look after him?”
Anna’s eyes flashed. “She makes seven dollars and a half a week—that’s every penny she has to live on. Even if she could work with him on her hands, she couldn’t buy his milk with what was left each week.”
“O, I see. I suppose she will put him in an orphan asylum?”