Part 8 (1/2)
”No; she got rid of it in less than a month.”
”What did she do with it?”
”Sold it for five dollars, after she had spent all the money she received from you in drink and lottery-policies.”
”Sold it for five dollars!”
”Yes, to two beggar-women, who use it every day, one in the morning and the other in the afternoon, and get drunk on the money they receive, lying all night in some miserable den.”
Mrs. Dinneford gave a little s.h.i.+ver.
”What becomes of the baby when they are not using it?” she asked.
”They pay a woman a dollar a week to take care of it at night.”
”Do you know where this woman lives?”
”Yes.”
”Were you ever there?”
”Yes.”
”What kind of a place is it?”
”Worse than a dog-kennel.”
”What does all this mean?” demanded Mrs. Dinneford, with repressed excitement. ”Why have you so kept on the track of this baby, when you knew I wished it lost sight of?”
”I had my own reasons,” replied Mrs. Bray. ”One doesn't know what may come of an affair like this, and it's safe to keep well up with it.”
Mrs. Dinneford bit her lips till the blood almost came through. A faint rustle of garments in the hall caused her to start. An expression of alarm crossed her face.
”Go now,” she said, hurriedly, to her visitor; ”I will call and see you this afternoon.”
Mrs. Bray quietly arose, saying, as she did so, ”I shall expect you,”
and went away.
There was a menace in her tone as she said, ”I shall expect you,” that did not escape the ears of Mrs. Dinneford.
Edith was in the hall, at some distance from the parlor door. Mrs. Bray had to pa.s.s her as she went out. Edith looked at her intently.
”Who is that woman?” she asked, confronting her mother, after the visitor was gone.
”If you ask the question in a proper manner, I shall have no objection to answer,” said Mrs. Dinneford, with a dignified and slightly offended air; ”but my daughter is a.s.suming rather, too much.”
”Mrs. Bray, the servant said.”
”No, Mrs. Gray.”