About all I know of her is that she came from the country a few years ago, and has been drifting about here ever since." "What is she doing with that baby?
and how did she get hold of it ?" "Questions more easily asked than answered." "Pshaw! I don't want any beating about the bush, Mrs.Bray." "Mrs.Hoyt," said the person addressed.
"Oh, well, Mrs.Hoyt, then.

We ought to understand each other by this time." "I guess we do;" and the little woman arched her brows.
"I don't want any beating about the bush," resumed Mrs.Dinneford.

"I am here on business." "Very well; let's to business, then;" and Mrs.Hoyt leaned back in her chair.
"Edith knows that this woman has the baby," said Mrs.Dinneford.
"What!" and Mrs.Hoyt started to her feet.
"The mayor has been seen, and the police are after her." "How do you know ?" "Enough that I know.

And now, Mrs.Hoyt, this thing must come to an end, and there is not an instant to be lost.

Has Pinky Swett, as she is called, been told where the baby came from ?" "Not by me." "By anybody ?" "That is more than I can say." "What has become of the woman I gave it to ?" "She's about somewhere." "When did you see her ?" Mrs.Hoyt pretended to think for some moments, and then replied: "Not for a month or two." "Had she the baby then ?" "No; she was rid of it long before that." "Did she know this Pinky Swett ?" "Yes." "Curse the brat! If I'd thought all this trouble was to come, I'd have smothered it before it was half an hour old." "Risky business," remarked Mrs.Hoyt.
"Safer than to have let it live," said Mrs.Dinneford, a hard, evil expression settling around her mouth.