I had come to the conclusion that he must belong to the `` Cove '' across the harbor , where the fishing hamlet was ; and all day , while Josie laughed and played with him , I waited and listened for the footsteps of those who would come seeking him . But they did not come . Day after day passed , and still they did not come . I was in a maze of perplexity . What should I do ? I shrank from the thought of the boy being taken away from us . Since we had found him the dream-child had never called . My wife seemed to have turned back from the dark borderland , where her feet had strayed to walk again with me in our own homely paths . Day and night she was her old , bright self , happy and serene in the new motherhood that had come to her . The only thing strange in her was her calm acceptance of the event . She never wondered who or whose the child might be -- never seemed to fear that he would be taken from her ; and she gave him our dream-child 's name . At last , when a full week had passed , I went , in my bewilderment , to our old doctor . `` A most extraordinary thing , '' he said thoughtfully . `` The child , as you say , must belong to the Spruce Cove people . Yet it is an almost unbelievable thing that there has been no search or inquiry after him . Probably there is some simple explanation of the mystery , however . I advise you to go over to the Cove and inquire . When you find the parents or guardians of the child , ask them to allow you to keep it for a time . It may prove your wife 's salvation . I have known such cases .
Evidently on that night the crisis XXXXX her mental disorder was reached .
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