“Yes, but not the old pain. Lay me down, lay me down. Don’t go out of my sight tonight. Lock the door and keep close to me.” Then turning away her face, she said in a whisper to herself, “My Lizzie, my poor Lizzie! O my blessed children, come back in the long bright slanting rows, and come for her, not me. She wants help more than I, my blessed children!”

She had stretched her hands up with that higher and better look, and now she turned again, and folded them round Lizzie’s neck, and rocked herself on Lizzie’s breast.