Best take them along." Rilla got the clothes--the cheap, sleazy garments the poor mother had made ready as best she could.

But this did not solve the pressing problem of the baby's transportation.

Rilla looked helplessly round.
Oh, for mother--or Susan! Her eyes fell on an enormous blue soup tureen at the back of the dresser.
"May I have this to--to lay him in ?" she asked.
"Well, 'tain't mine but I guess yez kin take it.

Don't smash it if yez can help--Jim might make a fuss about it if he comes back alive--which he sure will, seein' he ain't any good.

He brung that old tureen out from England with him--said it'd always been in the family.