The Witness by Grace Livingston Hill Lutz
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to leave her so.
"You will want to make some arrangements," growled the doctor. "Oh! I had forgotten!" The girl's hand fluttered to her heart and her breath gave a quick catch. "It will have to be very simple," she said, looking from one to another of them anxiously. "I haven't much money left. Perhaps I could sell something!" She looked desperately around on her little possessions. "This little cot! It is new just two weeks ago and he will not need it any more. It cost twenty dollars!" Courtland stepped gravely toward her. "Suppose you leave that to me," he said, gently. "I think I know a place where they would look after the matter for you reasonably and let you pay later or take the cot in exchange, you know, anything you wish. Would you like me to arrange the matter for you?" "Oh, if you would!" said the girl, wearily. "But it is asking a great deal of a stranger." "It's nothing. I can look after it on my way home. Just tell me what you wish." "Oh, the very simplest there is!"--she caught her breath--"white if possible, unless it's more expensive. But it doesn't matter, anyway, now. There'll have to be a _place_ somewhere, too. Some time I will take him back and let him lie by father and mother. I can't now. It's two hundred miles away. But there won't need to be but one carriage. There's only me to go." |
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