"Well, you can see how I must have watched and waited and planned."
"Oh, yes, and planned--I planned."
"You poor dear!" Another tiny silence-space, while hand crept to hand again, Judith was sure. Then the story went on.
"You say I ought to have known. Everybody says I ought to have. They knew, they say, and I was the baby's mother. The baby's mother ought to have known. But that was just why. I was her mother--I wouldn't know. I kept putting it off. 'Wait,' I kept saying to myself. 'She isn't old enough to walk yet; when she is old enough, she will walk. Can't you wait?' And I waited. When they did not any of them know, I kept trying to stand her on her poor little legs--I wouldn't stop trying. When she was fifteen months--six
