Some'n' be a callin'. Git out, I say!" "Not yet, not yet don't go yet, Deary.... Deary! Wait till the kid says 'Daddy." She held out the rosy babe, pushing him almost under Lem's chin. "Look at him, Lemmy! Ain't he sweet? He's yer own pretty boy-brat, and "
His voice was so low that Horace did not catch the words; but Scraggy heard, and crawled from Lem to Miss Shellington's side. "Missus, will ye tell my little boy-brat that his mammy be here? Will ye say as how I loved him him and Lemmy, allers?" Her haggard face was close to Ann's, and the latter took in every word of the low-spoken petition. Miss Shellington bent over the dying man.