again. Am I to open it? To read it?”
“Bless ye!”
She reads it with surprise, and looks down with a new expression and an added interest on the motionless face she kneels beside.
“I know these names. I have heard them often.”
“Will you send it, my dear?”
“I cannot understand you. Let me wet your lips again, and your forehead. There. O poor thing, poor thing!” These words through her fast-dropping tears. “What was it that you asked me? Wait till I bring my ear quite close.”