But she wouldn't go. So
he had made up his mind to go back and get his
Aunt Lucy Davis to come and help him coax. He
was only waiting fur his sister to get well enough so
he could leave her. She got better, and she never
ast fur the kid, nor said nothing about it. Which
was probable because she seen he hated it so. He
had made up his mind, before he went back after
their Aunt Lucy Davis, to take the baby himself and
put it into some kind of an institution.
"I thought," he says to Miss Lucy, telling of the
story, "that you yourself were almost reconciled
to the thought that it hadn't lived."
Miss Lucy interrupted him with a little sound.
She was breathing hard, and shaking from head to
foot. No one would have thought to look at her
then she was reconciled to the idea that it hadn't
lived. It was cruel hard on her to tear her to pieces
with the news that it really had lived, but had lived
away from her all these years she had been longing
fur it. And no chancet fur her ever to mother it.
And no way to tell what had ever become of it. I
felt awful sorry fur Miss Lucy then.
"But when I got ready to leave Galesburg,"
Colonel Tom goes on, "it suddenly occurred to me
that there would be difficulties in the way of putting
it in a home of any sort. I didn't know what to do
with it--"
"What DID you? What DID you? WHAT DID YOU?"
cries out Miss Lucy, pressing her hand to her chest,
like she was smothering.
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