He came, and pronounced the child quite dead--from lack of nutrition, he said.

To see Tom, no one could have helped contrasting his dress and appearance with the look and surroundings of his wife; but no one would have been ready to lay blame on him; and, as for himself, he was not in the least awake to the fact of his guilt.
The doctor gave the landlady, who had responded at once to Tom's call, full directions for the care of the bereaved mother; Tom handed her the little money he had in his pocket, and she promised to do her best.

And she did it; for she was one of those, not a few, who, knowing nothing of religion toward God, are yet full of religion toward their fellows, and with the Son of Man that goes a long way.

As soon as it was light, Tom went to see about the burying of his baby.
He betook himself first to the editor of "The Firefly," but had to wait a long time for his arrival at the office.

He told him his baby was dead, and he wanted money.