She did n't know , but she must do something . She hated babies -- but she simply could not go away and leave that poor little creature with Mrs. Conover -- who was applying herself again to her black bottle and would probably be helplessly drunk before anybody came . `` I ca n't stay , '' thought Rilla . `` Mr. Crawford said I must be home by supper-time because he wanted the pony this evening himself . 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 XXXXX the baby 's transportation .
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