Minnie stood surprised.
"Not as I know of, Mrs.Morel," she answered.
"But I'll bet they are sore," said the dying woman, as she moved her head with a sigh of weariness.

"But, at any rate, there'll be something to buy in with this week." Not a thing did she let slip.
"Your father's pit things will want well airing, Annie," she said, when the men were going back to work.
"Don't you bother about that, my dear," said Annie.
One night Annie and Paul were alone.

Nurse was upstairs.
"She'll live over Christmas," said Annie.

They were both full of horror.
"She won't," he replied grimly.

"I s'll give her morphia." "Which ?" said Annie.
"All that came from Sheffield," said Paul.
"Ay--do!" said Annie.
The next day he was painting in the bedroom.