“It’snothing，mother。”hecalledtoher，andasshedroppedonherkneesbeforehimhesanklimplyagainsther。“ItwaslikewhatIhadinCarlsbad；that’sall。Don’tworryaboutme，please！”
“I’mnotworrying，Rose。”shesaidwithcourageofthesametextureashisown。“You’vebeenwalkingtoomuch。Youmustgobackinthecarriagewithus。Can’tyouhaveitcomehere？”sheaskedKenby。
“There’snoroad，Mrs。Adding。ButifRosewouldletmecarryhim——“。
“Icanwalk。”theboyprotested，tryingtolifthimselffromherneck。
“No，no！youmustn’t。”ShedrewawayandlethimfallintothearmsthatKenbyputroundhim。Heraisedthefrailburdenlightlytohisshoulder，andmovedstronglyaway，followedbytheeyesofthespectatorswhohadgatheredaboutthelittlegroup，butwhodispersednow，andwentbacktotheirdevotions。