“She's got that cursed baby.”
“How do you know?”
“No matter how I know. It's enough that I know. Who is she?”
“That question may be hard to answer. About all I know of her is that she came from the country a few years ago, and has been drifting about here ever since.”
“What is she doing with that baby? and how did she get hold of it?”
“Questions more easily asked than answered.”
“Pshaw! I don't want any beating about the bush, Mrs. Bray.”
“Mrs. Hoyt,” said the person addressed.
“Oh, well, Mrs. Hoyt, then. We ought to understand each other by this time.”
“I guess we do;” and the little woman arched her brows.