I wish there were more Jane Cobdens in my parish.

Many of you talk good deeds, and justice, and Christian spirit; here is a woman who puts them into practice." This statement having been made during the dispersal of a Wednesday night meeting, and in the hearing of half the congregation, furnished the key to the mystery, and so for a time the child and its new-found mother ceased to be an active subject of discussion.
Ann Gossaway, however, was not satisfied.

The more she thought of the pastor's explanation the more she resented it as an affront to her intelligence.
"If folks wants to pick up stray babies," she shouted to her old mother on her return home one night, "and bring 'em home to nuss, they oughter label 'em with some sort o' pedigree, and not keep the village a-guessin' as to who they is and where they come from.

I don't believe a word of this outcast yarn.

Guess Miss Lucy is all right, and she knows enough to stay away when all this tomfoolery's goin' on.