Here comes lil' Ann."
The child tiptoed in with outstretched arms.
"The nest is made right soft," she whispered, "and now let me carry
Bobilink to--to the sleepy dreams."
"Where did you learn to carry babies?" Betty hazarded, testing the
silence. The small, dark face clouded; the fear-look crept to the large
eyes.
"I--I don't know," was the only reply, and Ann turned away--this time
toward Lynda!
"And suppose he never knows?" Lynda spoke with her lips pressed to Ann's
soft hair--the child was in her arms.
"Then you and Con will have something to begin heaven with." Betty's
eyes were wet. "We all have something we don't talk about much on
earth--we do not dare. Brace and I have our--baby!"
Two days later Lynda took Ann home. They went shopping first and the
child was dazzlingly excited. She forgot her restraint and shyness in
the fascinating delirium of telling what she wanted with a pretty sure
belief that she would get it. No wonder that she was taken out of
herself and broke upon Truedale's astonished gaze as quite a different
child from the one Lynda had described.
The brilliant little thing came into the hall with Lynda, her arms
filled with packages too precious to be consigned to other hands; her
eyes were dancing and her voice thrilling with happiness.
"And now I'll call you muvver-Lyn 'cause you're mighty kind and this is
your house! It's a right fine house.
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