“Yes, but it’s worth all I suffered.”
Maud’s nostrils expanded, taking in the subtle essence of violet powder.
“Oh! I smell the baby.”
She flew to the crib and took the child in her arms.
“You handle it like a grandmother!” cried Julie. “Why don’t you get married?”
Maud laughed mirthlessly.
“Why? Because the only man I really want won’t ask me; it’s your fault, Julie—one wasn’t enough for you.”
“How can you say that?”
“What are you going to do with the other?” insisted Maud.
Julie answered with a touch of seriousness.