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"I I beg your pardon," she faltered, with dawning comfort in his severity. "I didn't mean I didn't intend to say " "I know it," said Dr. Morrell, allowing himself to smile. "Just remember that you blundered into doing the only thing left to be done for Mrs. Savor's child; and don't try it again. That's all." He smiled once more, and at some permissive light in her face, he began even to laugh.
Here, William, you take her out and show her the pretty coop you be'n makin' the pigeons, to keep the cats out." They got rid of her with Savor's connivance for the moment, and Annie hastened to escape. "We had to tell her she was going a journey, or we never could have got her into the carriage," she explained, feeling like a thief. "Yes, yes. It's all right," said Mrs. Savor.
"It is a family in which she will be brought up to work and to be helpful to herself. They will join me with her. You know the mother she has lost her own child Mrs. Savor." At the name, Annie's spirit fell; the tears started from her eyes. "Yes, she must have her. It is just it is the only expiation. Don't you remember that it was I who sent Mrs. Savor's baby to the sea-shore, where it died?"
Where have you got him?" the doctor demanded of Savor. "At my house." The doctor ran out of the house, and she heard his buggy whirl away, followed by the fainter sound of Savor's feet as he followed running, after he had stopped to repeat his story to the Boltons. Annie turned to the farmer. "Mr. Bolton, get the carry-all. I must go." "And me too," said his wife.
She had to bear the discredit into which the seaside fell with the mothers of all the other sick children. She tried to bring Dr. Morrell once to the consideration of her culpability in the case of those who might have lived if the case of Mrs. Savor's baby had not frightened their mothers from sending them to the seaside; but he refused to grapple with the problem.
Well, I declare!" said a voice that she seemed to know, in a key of nervous excitement. Mrs. Savor's husband leaned across his wife's lap and shook hands with Annie. "William thought I better come," Mrs. Savor seemed called upon to explain. "I got to do something. Ain't it just too cute for anything the way they got them screens worked into the shrubbery down they-ar?
Savor's volubility, what his plan with regard to Idella had been, they instanced that in proof of the injuriousness of his idealism as applied to real life; and they held that she had been remanded in that strange way to Miss Kilburn's charge for some purpose which she must not attempt to cross.
Savor's little guest-room, and when Annie entered, the minister was apologising to her for spoiling it. "Now don't you say one word, Mr. Peck," she answered him. "It's all right.
Annie could not look at the empty crib where it stood in its alcove when she went to bed; and she cried upon her own pillow with heart-sickness for the child, and with a humiliating doubt of her own part in hurrying to give it up without thought of Mrs. Savor's convenience.
Before they could reconcile her to this fabled prospect they had to give it verisimilitude by taking off her everyday clothes and putting on her best dress. She did not like Mrs. Savor's house when she came to it, nor Mrs. Savor, who stopped, all blowzed and work-deranged from trying to put it in order after the death in it, and gave Idella a motherly welcome.
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