while I consider that I’ve the first right.  Then there is the baby’s side of the question.  I have had her through the worst, hardest part of babyhood; she is accustomed to a fixed routine that you surely will concede agrees with her; she would miss me, and she would not thrive as she does with me, for her food and her hours would not be regular, while you, and your father, and the boys would tire her to death handling her.  That is the start.  The finish would be that she would grow up, if she survived, to take the place Polly took at your house, while you would marry some other girl, as you will before a year from now.  I’m dreadfully sorry to say these things to you, Henry, but you know they are the truth.  If you’re going to try to take the baby, I’m going to fight you to the last dollar I can raise, and the last foot of land I own.  That’s all.  Look at the baby; think it over; and let me know what you’ll do as soon as you can.  I’m not asking mercy at your hands, but I do feel that I have suffered about my share.”

“You needn’t suffer any longer,” said Henry, drying his eyes.  “All you say is true; just as what I said was true; but I might as well tell you, and let one of us be happy.  I saw my third lawyer yesterday, and he said the papers were unbreakable unless I could prove that the child was neglected, and not growing right, or not having proper care.  Look at her!  I might do some things!  I did do a thing as mean as to persuade a girl to marry me without her mother’s knowledge, and ruined her life thereby, but God knows I couldn’t go on the witness stand and swear that that baby is not properly cared for!  Mother’s job is big enough; and while it doesn’t seem possible now, very likely I shall marry again, as other men do; and in that event, Little Poll would be happier with you.  I give her up.  I think I came this morning to say that I was defeated; and to tell you that I’d give up if I saw that you would fight.  Keep the baby, and be as happy as you can.  You shan’t be worried any more about her.  Polly shall have this thing as she desired and planned it.  Good-bye.”

When he had gone Kate knelt on the floor, laid her head on the chair tray, and putting her arms around the baby she laughed and cried at the same time, while Miss Baby pulled her hair, patted her face, and plastered it with wet, uncertain kisses.  Then Kate tied a little bonnet on the baby’s head and taking her in her arms, she went to the field to tell Adam.  It seemed to Kate that she could see responsibility slipping from his shoulders, could see him grow taller as he listened.  The breath of relief he drew was long and deep.

“Fine!” he cried.  “Fine!  I haven’t told you half I knew.  I’ve been worried until I couldn’t sleep.”

Kate went back to the house so glad she did not realize she was touching earth at all.  She fed the baby and laid her down for her morning nap, and then went out in the garden; but she was too restless to work.  She walked bareheaded in the sun and was glad as she never before in her life had known how to be glad.  The first thing Kate knew she was standing at the gate looking up at the noonday sky and from the depths of her heart she was crying aloud:  “Praise ye the Lord, Oh my soul.  Let all that is within me praise His holy name!”