“No—never—never!”
“Not Abby?”
“Nobody on earth!”
“God?”
“He knows, honey.”
“Why did God let that man——”
“Hush, my baby. Don’t!”
The torn and bruised child was hardly more baffled than her father. He picked her up and went on, as dazed as any little girl whose doll has been torn by a playful dog.
Keith tagged after them, wondering. His father took note of him at last and paused to turn on the boy and say with pleading anxiety:
“You’re not going to tell?”