“... And you, too!” says Kitty, just barely looking up at her, she was so busy.
“What’s this at all you’re at, woman dear?”
“What indeed, only bathing me two little babbies I am!” said Kitty, laughing through the steam.
Marg stood a minute, and then she said, “Is it that yous have that child here yet?”
“Where else?” said Kitty.
“Well, I dunno,” said Marg; “I suppose every one knows their own business best ...” and whatever came over her, to make her say that, she didn’t know; as if she was faulting the Grennans.
But it made no odds what she said. Kitty gave her no answer. Maybe she didn’t hear what Marg was after saying. She just burst out laughing.
“Ora, Marg, will you look-at-here!” she said; “you’d think little Miss Heffernan, as I do call poor Rosy’s baby, was striving to r’ise herself up out of the tub of water, the way she could get a look at you! She’s the cunningest little crature...!”
Marg went in at that, and over beside the tub.
“Take care! take care, Kitty!” she said; “maybe you’d let one of them slip ... and wouldn’t they be very easy drownded, and they so small!”