“What has become of the woman I gave it to?”
“She's about somewhere.”
“When did you see her?”
Mrs. Hoyt pretended to think for some moments, and then replied:
“Not for a month or two.”
“Had she the baby then?”
“No; she was rid of it long before that.”
“Did she know this Pinky Swett?”
“Yes.”
“Curse the brat! If I'd thought all this trouble was to come, I'd have smothered it before it was half an hour old.”