You cart keep the brat there, and nobody--" "Me keep the brat ?" interrupted Pinky, with a derisive laugh.

"That's a good one! I see myself turned baby-tender! Ha! ha! that's funny!" "What do you expect to do with the child after you steal it ?" asked Pinky's friend.
"I don't intend to nurse it or have it about me." "What then ?" "Board if with some one who doesn't get drunk or buy policies." "You'll hunt for a long time." "Maybe, but I'll try.

Anyhow, it can't be worse off than it is now.

What I'm afraid of is that it will be out of its misery before we can get hold of it.

The woman who is paid for keeping it at night doesn't give it any milk--just feeds it on bread soaked in water, and that is slow starvation.