’Mother，Iwillhaveitout，’wasallthatIcouldanswerher；’leavehertomealtogether；onlyyousitthereandwatch。’ForIfeltthatLornaknewme，andnoothersoulbutme；andthatifnotinterferedwith，shewouldsooncomehometome。ThereforeIsatgentlybyher，leavingnature，asitwere，toherowngoodtimeandwill。Andpresentlytheglancethatwatchedme，asatdistanceandindoubt，begantoflutterandtobrighten，andtodeepenintokindness，thentobeamwithtrustandlove，andthenwithgatheringtearstofalter，andinshametoturnaway。Butthesmallentreatinghandsfoundtheirway，asifbyinstinct，tomygreatprojectingpalms；andtrembledthere，andrestedthere。
Foralittlewhilewelingeredthus，neitherwishingtomoveaway，neithercaringtolookbeyondthepresenceoftheother；bothalikesofullofhope，andcomfort，andtruehappiness；ifonlytheworldwouldletusbe。
Andthenalittlesobdisturbedus，andmothertriedtomakebelievethatshewasonlycoughing。ButLorna，guessingwhoshewas，jumpedupsoveryrashlythatshealmostsetherfrockonfirefromthegreatashlog；
andawaysherantotheoldoakchair，wheremotherwasbytheclock-casepretendingtobeknitting，andshetooktheworkfrommother’shands，andlaidthembothuponherhead，kneelinghumbly，andlookingup。
’Godblessyou，myfairmistress!’saidmother，bendingnearer，andthenasLorna’sgazeprevailed，’Godblessyou，mysweetchild!’