Only in Mrs.
Worthington's heart was there a chord of sympathy.

She couldn't help feeling for the desolate stranger; and when, at her own request, Hannah placed Willie in her lap, ere laying him by his mother, she gave him an involuntary hug, and touched her lips to his fat, round cheek.
"He looks as you did, Hugh, when you were a baby like him," she said, while Chloe rejoined: "De very spawn of Mas'r Hugh, now.

I 'tected it de fust minit.

Can't cheat dis chile," and, with a chuckle, which she meant to be very expressive, the fat old woman waddled from the room.
Hugh and his mother were alone, and turning to her son, Mrs.Worthington said, gently: "This is sad business, Hugh; worse than you imagine.

Do you know how folks will talk ?" "Let them talk," Hugh growled.