a feeps, tumbled again. Jo it up, lifted it—t of a cat, no more—turned it to face  fell off.

    Little carving. Eyes gone crusty, , and smelly. ts for c a o t ting ss feet. No s. A trembled. Fever, pain, starvation, fear. If  state, Jo,   it out of its misery.

    in t to fetc up close, got a wepped back.

    ‘No, no, I don’t know w?“

    ‘Dunk er butt, you mean?“

    ‘ater butt indeed! I’ll go and fill tub in tchen.“

    tinking rags aossed t into t  all to ted. t tub of er turned instantly black. In order to empty and refill tub, ted t, and it stood, s better foot. Naked and dripping, streaked s of gray-broer, all ribs and elbows.

    t t eac the child again.

    ‘Jo, but tell me, are you not seeing  seeing?“

    ‘Aye.“

    ‘Little c’s a little maid.“

    ttle after kettle, scrubbed at skin and  out from under terilized t—s didn’t cry out—and tly rubbed or oil into t around t calamine lotion onto tes, petroleum jelly onto t lips. tangles out of long, matted   last to  tcable, wo h and John peeled her an apple.

    Gulping do t get it do enoug a slice of bread and spread it ter. te it ravenously.

    tc, o a brigted wide and she hungry face.

    ‘Are you t I’m thinking?“ said John.

    ‘Aye.“

    ‘ill ell him?“

    ‘No.“

    ‘But she does belong here.“

    ‘Aye.“

    t for a moment or two.

    ‘ about a doctor?“

    ts in t so brig a o till , but better.

    ‘e’ll see onig tor in the morning.“

    ‘If n