What
was his name?"
"Dr. McQueen. I love him."
"But he died, and he left you his house to live in. It is your home,
Grizel. He would be so grieved if he thought you did not make it your
home."
"It is my home," she said proudly; but when they returned to it she
was loath to go in. "I want to go home!" she begged.
One day he took her to her rooms in Corp's house, thinking her old
furniture would please her; and that was the day when she rocked her
arms joyously again. But it was not the furniture that made her so
happy; it was Corp's baby.
"Oh, oh!" she cried in rapture, and held out her arms; and he ran into
them, for there was still one person in Thrums who had no fear of
Grizel.
"It will be a damned shame," Corp said huskily, "if that woman never
has no bairns o' her ain."
They watched her crooning over the child, playing with him for a long
time. You could not have believed that she required to be watched. She
told him with hugs that she had come back to him at last; it was her
first admission that she knew she had been away and a wild hope came
to Tommy that along the road he could not take her she might be drawn
by this little child.
She discovered a rent in the child's pinafore and must mend it at
once.
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