way she
could not
stop her
weeping.
“He ought
to have
had one of
you！”she
cried.“I
think I
ought to
make him
even
now！You
would be
better for
him than—I
don't know
what I'm
saying！O！O！”
They went
up to her
and
clasped
her round,
but still
her sobs
tore her.
“Get so me
water,
”said
Marian.“She's
upset b y
us, poor
thing,
poor
thing！”
They
gently led
her back
to the sid
e of her
bed, where
they
kissed her
warmly.
“You are
best
for'n,
”said
