That child is hers.

Come, give me a hand, Thad, and we'll carry her into the house.

Mother says she must be put to bed right away, and won't hear of my taking her over to the hospital." That aroused Thad, and between them the two stout lads had little difficulty in carrying the still unconscious young woman into the warm house.

Up the stairs Mrs.Morgan and the girl led them, and into the neat spare-room, reserved for favored company.
Once she had been laid on the bed, after the blankets and coverings had been turned down, and the little boy was being soothed by Hugh's mother, she told the boys they could now go downstairs again, and she would report later as to what next should be done.
"First carry in the potatoes, Hugh, for they are too expensive this season to let the frost get them," she went on to say, patting the little fellow, whose tears had by now ceased to run down his chubby cheeks; "then call up Doctor Cadmus, and tell him to come around immediately.

I'm sorry your father is away from home just now, but I can depend on my son." The boys went out again and lugged the heavy sack of potatoes around to the cellar door, by means of which they were taken in where they would be safe from the bitter air of the winter.