Oh , what can I do ? '' She made a sudden , desperate , impulsive resolution . `` I 'll take the baby home with me , '' she said . `` Can I ? '' `` Sure , if yez wants to , '' said Mrs. Conover amiably . `` I hai n't any objection . Take it and welcome . '' `` I -- I ca n't carry it , '' said Rilla . `` I have to drive the horse and I 'd be afraid I 'd drop it . Is there a -- a basket anywhere that I could put it in ? '' `` Not as I knows on . There ai n't much here of anything , I kin tell yez . Min was pore and as shiftless as Jim . Ef ye opens that drawer over there yez 'll find a few baby clo'es . Best take them along . '' Rilla got the clothes -- the cheap , sleazy garments the poor mother had made ready as best she could . But this did not solve the pressing problem of the baby 's transportation . Rilla looked helplessly round . Oh , for mother -- or Susan ! Her eyes fell on an enormous blue soup tureen at the back of the dresser .
`` May I have this to -- to lay him XXXXX ? ''
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