She had never seen an uglier baby . Yet a feeling of pity for the desolate , orphaned mite which had `` come out of the everywhere '' into such a dubious `` here '' , took sudden possession of her . `` What is going to become of the baby ? '' she asked . `` Lord knows , '' said Mrs. Conover candidly . `` Min worried awful over that before she died . She kept on a-saying ` Oh , what will become of my pore baby ' till it really got on my nerves . I ai n't a-going to trouble myself with it , I can tell yez . I brung up a boy that my sister left and he skinned out as soon as he got to be some good and wo n't give me a mite o ' help in my old age , ungrateful whelp as he is . I told Min it 'd have to be sent to an orphan asylum till we 'd see if Jim ever came back to look after it . Would yez believe it , she did n't relish the idee . But that 's the long and short of it . '' `` But who will look after it until it can be taken to the asylum ? '' persisted Rilla . Somehow the baby 's fate worried her . `` S'pose I 'll have to , '' grunted Mrs. Conover . She put away her pipe and took an unblushing swig from a black bottle she produced from a shelf near her . `` It 's my opinion the kid wo n't live long . It 's sickly . Min never had no gimp and I guess it hai n't either .
Likely it wo n't trouble any one long and good riddance , sez I. '' XXXXX drew the blanket down a little farther .
Conover Jim Min Rilla S'pose gimp idee left whelp yez