Vina covered her face, but made no sound.
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"She will take the little one," said the voice above them.
Both women turned their eyes to Bedient. Mary McCullom smiled shyly.
"I remember—David—Cairns," she said, in an awed tone. "This is not——"
"No, dear, but it is enough. I will take your—baby."
The smile brightened…. "Oh, we were so happy," she whispered…. "And Vina—tell him when he is older—how his father and I loved—the thought of him!"
"He will bless you," Bedient said.
A glow had fallen upon the weary face of the mother…. "Yes," she answered. "He will bless us … and I shall be with my husband…. Oh, now, I can go to my husband!"
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