The Judge had never heard of the Hittakers, and therefore did not look impressed.
The woman in her anxiety pulled Titus by the sleeve. “Ask him—aint he heard of Hittaker—big soap manufacturer. Why, it’s in all the groceries.”
Titus shook his head. He saw that his grandfather did not know the name.
“Inquire why she does not apply to these people,” said Judge Sancroft.
Titus asked her.
“Apply to ’em! Bless you, didn’t she? What won’t a woman do for her child. But her own parents be dead. These Hittakers be uncle and cousin to her, an’ they wouldn’t do a thing—sent back her last letter.”
The Judge got up. “I’ll send some one to you,” he said. “Titus, you tell her. I’ll report her case, and have some aid given her.”
Titus in his boyish fashion rattled off a sentence. “M-m-my grandfather will send help to you. Maybe he can get the child a home.”
Mrs. Tingsby laid a lean hand on Titus, but she looked at his grandfather. “An’ you don’t want the orphan yourself, sir?”
The Judge shook his head.