"In the first place, she wouldn't 'a' been standin' 'round like that if
the job was over, would she? Wouldn't she 'a' been streakin' out fer
home? 'Course she would."
"She may have paused near the church to see whether you took the child
in," persisted the divine.
"But she couldn't have saw my porch from the back end of the church."
"Nobody said she was standing back of the church," said the lineman.
"What's that? You don't mean it?" cried Anderson, pulling out of a
difficulty bravely. "That makes all the difference in the world. Why
didn't you say she was in front of the church? Cain't you see we've
wasted time here jest because you didn't have sense 'nough to--"
"Anybody ought to know it 'thout being told, you old Rube," growled the
lineman, who was from Boggs City.
"Here, now, sir, that will do you! I won't 'low no man to--"
"Anderson, be quiet!" cautioned Mrs. Crow. "You'll wake the baby!" This
started a new train of thought in Anderson's perplexed mind.
"Mebby she was waitin' there while some one--her husband, fer
instance--was leavin' the baskit," volunteered Isaac Porter humbly.
"Don't bother me, Ike; I'm thinkin' of somethin' else," muttered
Anderson. "Husband nothin'! Do you s'pose she'd 'a' trusted that baby
with a fool husband on a terrible night like that? Ladies and gentlemen,
this here baby was left by a _female_ resident of this very town.
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