"May I come with you, if you are going to take it?
Perhaps I could do something for the mother." The stranger hesitated a moment.
"An emigrant car full of Galicians is rather a rough sort of place--especially at this early hour in the morning.

But if you don't mind--" "I don't mind anything.

Yerkes, is that _all_ the milk ?".
"All to speak of, my lady," said Yerkes, nimbly retreating to his den.
Elizabeth shook her head as she looked at the milk.

But her visitor laughed.
"The baby won't get through that to-day.

It's a regular little scarecrow.