Sally laughed.
'You believed that lie? You little softie!'
Hazel looked at the children.
'Be they all his'n?' she said.
'Every man-jack of 'em, and not so much as a thank you for me!'
The children were ranged near their mother—on high chairs. They gaped at Hazel, sullen and critical. An irrepressible question broke from Hazel.
'What for did you have 'em?'
Sally stared.
'What for?' she repeated. 'Surely to goodness, girl, you're not as innicent-like as that?'
'I ain't ever going to have any,' Hazel went on with great firmness, as she eyed the children.