“Maybe not, and maybe I don't care to know. At present I want to settle about this baby. You'll find another place for it?”
“Yes.”
“And then steal it from the woman who has it now?”
“Yes; no trouble in the world. She's drunk every night,” answered Pinky Swett, rising to go.
“You'll see me to-morrow?” said Mrs. Bray.
“Oh yes.”
“And you won't forget about the policies?”
“Not I. We shall make a grand hit, or I'm a fool. Day-day!” Pinky waved her hand gayly, and then retired.