Esther promised to think it over and let her know to-morrow. It took her many omnibuses to get home, and it was quite dark when she pushed the door to. The first thing that caught her ear was her child crying. “What is the matter?” she cried, hurrying down the passage.
“Oh, is that you? You have been away a time. The poor child is that hungry he has been crying this hour or more. If I’d ‘ad a bottle I’d ‘ave given him a little milk.”
“Hungry, is he? Then he shall have plenty soon. It is nearly the last time
I shall nurse the poor darling.” Then she told Mrs. Jones about Mrs.
Spires, and both women tried to arrive at a decision.
“Since you have to put the child out to nurse, you might as well put him there as elsewhere; the woman will look after him as well as she can—she’ll do that, i
