I saw it last night as he went down.
And oh, Aunt Margaret! I saw what she did, and I heard his cries! No matter what she does, I don't believe I ever can be angry with her again.

Her heart is broken, and she can't help it.

Oh, it was terrible, but I am glad I saw it.

Now, I will always understand." "I don't know what to make of that," said Margaret.

"I don't believe in such stuff at all, but you couldn't make it up, for you didn't know." "I only know that I played the violin last night, as he played it, and while I played he came through the woods from the direction of Carneys'.
It was summer and all the flowers were in bloom.