Yet a feeling of pity for the desolate, orphaned mite which had "come out of the everywhere" into such a dubious "here", took sudden possession of her.
"What is going to become of the baby ?" she asked.
"Lord knows," said Mrs.Conover candidly.

"Min worried awful over that before she died.

She kept on a-saying 'Oh, what will become of my pore baby' till it really got on my nerves.

I ain't a-going to trouble myself with it, I can tell yez.

I brung up a boy that my sister left and he skinned out as soon as he got to be some good and won't give me a mite o' help in my old age, ungrateful whelp as he is.