She jest simply couldn't get by.

But she's taking a fool risk, too.

Fur how's she going to see Margery with that nurse coming and going and hanging around all night?
And even if she tries jest to see William Dear it's a ten to one shot he'll wake up and she'll be ketched at it." And then I thinks, suppose she IS ketched at it?
What of it?
Ain't a woman got a right to come into her own house with her own door key, even if they is a quarantine onto it, and see her kids?
And if she is ketched seeing them, how would any one know she was going to run off?
And ain't she got a right to have a friend of hern and her husband's bring her over from her mother's house, even if it is a little late?
Then I seen she wasn't taking no great risks neither, and I thinks mebby I better go and tell that perfessor what is going on, fur he has treated me purty white.

And then I thinks: "I'll be gosh-derned if I meddle.
So fur as I can see that there perfessor ain't getting fur from what's coming to him, nohow.

And as fur HER, you got to let some people find out what they want fur theirselves.