It must be got out of the way.

If it will not starve, it must drown." Mrs.Dinneford's face was distorted by the strength of her evil passions.

Her eyes were full of fire, flashing now, and now glaring like those of a wild animal.
"It might fall out of a window," said Mrs.Hoyt, in a low, even voice, and with a faint smile on her lips.

"Children fall out of windows sometimes." "But don't always get killed," answered Mrs.Dinneford, coldly.
"Or, it might drop from somebody's arms into the river--off the deck of a ferryboat, I mean," added Mrs.Hoyt.
"That's better.

But I don't care how it's done, so it's done." "Accidents are safer," said Mrs.Hoyt.
"I guess you're right about that.