around or selling her to one of those old mean nigger traders, and never
having a chance to see my darling no more. But, Mr. St. Pierre, before
you take her away won't you please give me her likeness? Maybe I won't
know her when I see her again."

Le Grange consented, and when he went to the city again he told his wife
he was going to sell the child.

"I am glad of it," said Georgiette. "I would have her mother sold, but
we can't spare her; she is so handy with her needle, and does all the
cutting out on the place."




Le Grange's Plan


"The whole fact is this Joe, I am in an awkward fix. I have got myself
into a scrape, and I want you to help me out of it. You were good at
such things when we were at College, and I want you to try your hand
again."

"Well, what's the difficulty now?"

"Well, it is rather a serious one. I have got a child on my hands, and I
don't know what to do with it."

"Whose child is it?"