ing, for the old river boat had its engine broken. By the time it was fixed the tide was right to help push it up the river through the blackest darkness God ever made. They reached the landing in the pouring rain. He would have spent the night there, but Emma's milk was out and she had to have fresh clothes.
Unex looked at Mary with a wistful smile. "You don' mind raisin de baby for me, is you, Si May-e?"
Mary smiled back. Lord no. She was glad to do it.
"I see you ain' forgot how to hold babies yet," he added, then Mary laughed out.
"Who? Me? Great Gawd, I ain' had no chance to forget. I ain' been widout one since I had you, son. I got three right yonder in de bed. Now I'll have four. A full litter, enty?"
Three? How could she have three? Unex was puzzled.
Mary told him how on the night her own twins were born, another baby was found behind the organ. Nobody had ever owned the child yet. Unex looked at Seraphine and growled.
"Who had em, Seraphine?"
But Mary laughed pleasantly, and warned him not to let himself get upset. Seraphine was a good girl. If she had missed and tripped one
