I can look out for myself, but I don't know what to do with you, Maria." Gladys made a little run and stepped in front of them.

"There ain't but one thing you can do, so Maria won't git talked about all the rest of her life, and I kin tell you what it is," said she.
"What is it ?" asked Wollaston, in a burst of anger.

"I call it a pretty pickle we are in, for my part.

Ten chances to one, Mr.Edgham has got the baby back home safe and sound by this time, anyway, and here we are, here is Maria!" "There ain't but one thing you can do," said Gladys.

Her tone was forcible.