The baby remained at Von Rosen's under the care of Mrs.Bestwick, and Jane Riggs, but when it was a month old, the doctor persuaded his wife to go over and see it.

Maria Sturtevant gazed at the tiny scrap of humanity curled up in Jane Riggs' darning basket, the old-young face creased as softly as a rosebud, with none of its beauty, but with a compelling charm.

She watched the weak motion of the infinitesimal legs and arms beneath the soft smother of wrappings, and her heart pained her with longing, but she remained firm.
"It is no use, Edward," she said, when they had returned to Von Rosen's study.

"I can't make up my mind to adopt a baby coming from such queer people." Then she was confronted by a stare of blank astonishment from Von Rosen, and also from Jane Riggs.
Jane Riggs spoke with open hostility.

"I don't know that anybody has asked anybody to adopt our baby," said she.
Von Rosen laughed, but he also blushed.