The woman sobbed once or twice on the stairs, but Caroline patted
the flannel bundle excitedly.
They had rounded the corner in a moment, and the woman pointed ahead
with her free hand.
"Is that the automobile?" she asked.
Caroline nodded. The brougham stood empty and alone where she had
left it.
"They're not back yet!" she cried in disgust, "the idea!"
"Maybe they're looking for you," Mrs. Ufford said shortly.
"Aren't you glad we've got it?" Caroline inquired timidly. "I am,
awfully. I didn't expect to get such a good one, so soon," she went
on more easily, "but I don't like that man much. He's so cross."
"Child, child, you don't know what you're talkin' about!" the woman
cried impatiently. "He's not cross--but his heart's just about
broke. He thinks more money would've saved her. And I guess he's
right about that. She was a soft little thing. But she stuck to
him."
They walked a few steps in silence.
"I don't know as I was actin' right, either, to talk as I did," she
continued abruptly. "I s'pose it is better as 'tis, 'specially if
your folks will take the baby. They'll do a lot more for it than
ever he could, prob'ly. I s'pose they're real rich--regular swells?
I can see they've got a fine automobile.
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