22/43 I couldn't wait to hear no more till I'd got her baby at my own breast. She wasn't a month old then, and oh, so weak and small! such a mite of a baby compared to mine! "You may be sure, sir, that I asked the young woman lots of questions, while I was sitting side by side with her. She stared at me with a dazed look in her face, seemingly quite stupefied by weariness or grief, or both together. Sometimes she give me an answer and sometimes she wouldn't. |