“’Tain’t no bother a’tall,” she smiled. “Joe Smith goes into Franklin with his team every mornin’.”
Marty clung to the car until Jennings warned him with the hum of the engine. Then he called out to Gloria:
“Don’t forget!”
“I won’t. First thing?”
“Sure!”
“Good-bye!”
“Good-bye!” and the little faces faded away in the softening eventide.
Jane was too overcome to speak. But she finally did gasp: “That baby!”
“Mrs. Berg will take good care of it,” Gloria assured her, sinking down comfortably against the familiar shoulder.
“But I want to know,” spoke up Trixy, “what was the date you made with Marty?”