The Power and the Glory - Grace Macgowan Cooke - Bog

"Whose cradle's that?" the sick woman's thin querulous tones arrested the man at the threshold. " Onie Dillard's," he replied hollowly from the depths of the crib which he carried upside down upon his head, like some curious kind of overgrown helmet. " Now, why in the name o' common sense would ye go and borry a broken cradle?" came the wail from the bed. "I 'lowed you'd git Billy Spinner's, an' hit's as good as new." Uncle Pros set the small article of furniture down gently. "