Martha moved from the open trunk and stood behind her.
"It was Doctor John, wasn't it ?" she asked in a broken voice that told of her suffering.
"Yes," moaned Jane from between her hands.
"And ye told him about your goin' ?" "Yes, Martha." Her frame was shaking with her sobs.
"And about Lucy ?" "No, I could not." Martha leaned forward and laid her hand on Jane's shoulder.
"Poor lassie!" she said, patting it softly.

"Poor lassie! That was the hardest part.

He's big and strong and could 'a' comforted ye.

My heart aches for ye both!".