"
"Take care of it! Why, of course we must, John. You don't suppose I
dreamt of sending it to the workhouse, do you? Little darling! Why, it
is the very thing we have been longing for, a little girl; it shall be
Charlie's foster-sister. All I hope is, whoever brought it will let us
keep it. I love it already!"
"But, Polly, it isn't our child. We must take care of it, of course, for
to-night, but you will have to go to Parson Leslie to-morrow and ask him
what we ought to do to find out who it belongs to."
"Indeed, and I shall do no such thing," said Mrs. Shelley, hastily.
But the shepherd was master in his own home, and announced decidedly--
"Then I must go to-night, late as it is."
"And knock the parson up? It will be eleven o'clock before you get
there. Sit down and get your supper, do, John, and we can talk about
consulting him to-morrow."
"That won't do, Polly; either I must go to the rector to-night or you
must promise to go to-morrow. Which is it to be?"
"There never was such a pig-headed man as you. If you set your mind on a
thing there is no turning you. I suppose I shall have to go, or you'll
be rushing off now, and I want my supper.
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