““It’s a forlorn little place,” he said, trying to raise himself on one elbow to see it, frowning deeply with pain as he did so. “I don’t believe they have any milk there that is fit to drink. Besides, how could a body get to it? They would get up to their ears in mud. Those fields look as though they had no bottom to them. My, how quick I would skip over there if I had the use of my feet!” Christie could not help smiling again at the apparent contradictions in his words; but she kept looking out at the little house, between her soothing of the baby.””
