What was done with my baby?
I must know." And she caught her mother's wrists with both of her hands in a tight grip, and sent searching glances down through her eyes.
"Your baby is dead," returned Mrs.Dinneford, speaking slowly and with a hard deliberation.

"As for its grave--well, if you will drag up the miserable past, know that in my anger at your wretched _mesalliance_ I rejected even the dead body of your miserable husband's child, and would not even suffer it to lie in our family ground.

You know how bitterly I was disappointed, and I am not one of the kind that forgets or forgives easily.

I may have been wrong, but it is too late now, and the past may as well be covered out of sight." "Where, then, was my baby buried ?" asked Edith, with a calm resolution of manner that was not to be denied.
"I do not know.

I did not care at the time, and never asked." "Who can tell me ?" "I don't know." "Who took my baby to nurse ?" "I have forgotten the woman's name.