The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 18 Page 12

it well, but now she could not talk about it. David tried to call after her, but she had gone around into the next room and taken the baby from his cradle, where he was wailing his demands for attention. Azalea had gone out for a moment, and Aunt Sally “lowed the’ wa’n’t no use sp’ilin him by takin’ him up every time he fretted fer hit. Hit would do him good to holler an’ stretch.” So she sat still and smoked.

Cassandra walked up and down the porch, comforted by the feeling of the child in her arms. The small head bobbed this way and that until she pressed it against her cheek and held him close, and he gradually settled down on her bosom, his face tucked softly in the curve of her neck, and slept. She heard David speaking her name and went to him, but he only looked up at her and smiled.