You know they talk about the Yates pride. It was not so much
because I was ashamed of doing honest work as because I did
resent those prying eyes and tattling tongues, and so I said
nothing, but I did go back and forth in broad daylight with the
linen wrapped up in the old blue and white blanket, in my old
carriage, and they thought what they thought."
Eudora laughed faintly. She had a gentle humor. "It was
somewhat laughable, too," she observed. "The Lancaster girls and
I have had our little jests over it, but I felt that I could not
deceive you."
Lawton looked bewildered. "But that is a real baby in there," he
said, jerking an elbow toward the other room.
"Oh yes," replied Eudora. "I adopted him yesterday. I went to
the Children's Home in Elmfield. Amelia Lancaster went with me.
Wilson drove us over. I know a nurse there. She took care of
mother in her last illness. And I adopted this baby; at least, I
am going to. He comes of respectable people, and his parents are
dead. His mother died when he was born. He is healthy, and I
thought him a beautiful baby.
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