She grudged the tears that blinded her as she gazed.

There was one passenger, who tried after a while to comfort her.
"Don't cry, miss," said the kind-hearted woman.

"You're parting from friends, maybe?
Well, that's bad enough, but when you come to my age, you'll think none of it.

Why, I've three sons, and they're soldiers and sailors, all of them--here, there, and everywhere.

One is in America, beyond seas; another is in China, making tea; and another is at Gibraltar, three miles from Spain; and yet, you see, I can laugh and eat and enjoy myself.