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CHAPTER XIV.
MORE WAYS THAN ONE.

EEB put the baby into a clothes-bag and hung him up
in the closet.

This, you see, was a change, both for herself and the baby.
The baby found the novelty so amusing, that he stopped ery-
ing for the first time for two mortal hours. It seemed to be
necessary for somebody to cry, however, and Beeb sat down
and rubbed her empty, aching arms with very salt tears.

Of course her mother came in and found her. Beeb did not
cry an average of more than twice a year, but, twice or twenty
times, her mother would be morally sure to find her. Gen-
erally she dried her eyes, and told her mother that she had a
headache, and told herself that she must stop.- This time
she sat and cried on, and told herself that she could n’t help
it, and told her mother that the baby was in the clothes-bag.

“Tam sorry tog&ee that my daughter finds it so hard to
help a sick mother,” was the encouraging comment.

“How much would it cost to keep another girl?” said her
daughter, suddenly.

Mrs. Burden was a sick woman, and she looked pale and
injured at this.

“ That is quite out of the question, Beeb, as you very well