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“
Mammy
,
”
whimpered
Hilda
.
“
I
’
m
tired
,
carry
me
.
”
Using
all
her
strength
,
Mrs
.
Hooven
picked
her
up
and
moved
on
aimlessly
.
Then
again
that
terrible
cry
,
the
cry
of
the
hungry
child
appealing
to
the
helpless
mother
:
“
Mammy
,
I
’
m
hungry
.
”
“
Ach
,
Gott
,
leedle
girl
,
”
exclaimed
Mrs
.
Hooven
,
holding
her
close
to
her
shoulder
,
the
tears
starting
from
her
eyes
.
“
Ach
,
leedle
tochter
.
Doand
,
doand
,
doand
.
You
praik
my
hairt
.
I
cen
’
t
vind
any
subber
.
We
got
noddings
to
eat
,
noddings
,
noddings
.
”
“
When
do
we
have
those
bread
’
n
milk
again
,
Mammy
?
”
“
To
-
morrow
—
soon
—
py
-
and
-
py
,
Hilda
.
I
doand
know
what
pecome
oaf
us
now
,
what
pecome
oaf
my
leedle
babby
.
”
She
went
on
,
holding
Hilda
against
her
shoulder
with
one
arm
as
best
she
might
,
one
hand
steadying
herself
against
the
fence
railings
along
the
sidewalk
.
At
last
,
a
solitary
pedestrian
came
into
view
,
a
young
man
in
a
top
hat
and
overcoat
,
walking
rapidly
.
Mrs
.
Hooven
held
out
a
quivering
hand
as
he
passed
her
.
“
Say
,
say
,
den
,
Meest
’
r
,
blease
hellup
a
boor
womun
.
”
