Involuntarily he drew rein. They were on the rise by the Corner church at the edge of the village. The village, rhythmic crest of wall and shallow of lawn, lay below them, and near the little Triangle park would be their waiting house.
"Did you mean have him live with us?" Allen made sure.
"Yes, I did," Chris said, "if we had the money."
"Well!" said the boy, "well, I guess that'll be all right!"
"How much she'd of liked it," said Chris.
"Wouldn't she, though," Allen assented; "wouldn't she? And you heard what she said—that about keepin' him from bein'—wicked? Chrissie—could we, you and me? This little fellow?"
Chris lifted her face and nodded.
"I ain't afraid," she said simply.
"I ain't either," her husband said.