I'd like to stay, Mr.O'Neill, for Joan's sake.
But there's a baby coming over at the Jensen farm.

There always is.
And my duty as I see it is more with life than with death." "I'll stay with him," said Kenny.

"Joan must rest." But she would not.
"Donald should be here too," she said.

"We are all he has." "Then," said Kenny, his lips white, "I shall stay here with you." The night closed in with gusty showers of rain.

There was no sound from the high old-fashioned bed where Adam Craig lay, gray and still.
The silence, the gloom of dark wood, the grotesque shadows from a lamp burning dimly on the bureau and the loud licking of the clock drove Kenny with a shudder to the window.