To put a child out for eleven years is a long, long time." "I know it is, madam.

But he has to live the eleven years somewhere, and I am sure he will be as comfortable in this place as you can make him; and, indeed, even more so." "In some respects he may, no doubt.

But a child like him is never happy away from his mother." "But suppose it is out of his mother's power to get him food and comfortable clothing ?" "True--true, doctor.

It is a hard fate.

But I feel that I have only one way before me--that of submission." And submit she did, though with a most painful struggle.