That night Judith talked it over with Lary. She had known, all along,
that the thought of this child, with the Marksley brand, filled him
with dread. The following day Laura came again, with a whole chest of
dainty things. She and her sister had made them before Junior’s coming,
and he was such a robust baby that they were outgrown before they had
been worn. Griff was as eager as she.
Gradually, as the weeks passed, Judith divorced herself from the
thought of the child. Had she a right, when the Ramsays offered
sanctuary to the nameless waif--especially in view of Eileen’s
preternatural mother-love, and the great loneliness that had been
Lary’s, before her coming? There might some day be a child of her own.
Her homesickness for Theodora gave her pause--and Theodora had not
twined tendrils of helplessness around her heart. Yes, it was best to
let Laura have the baby....