She'll explain it all to you." Travers and I moved over to the cot her hand scarcely indicated.

"Well, your daughter looks pretty comfortable this afternoon, in spite of the little fuss," Travers began, tentatively.
"Yus, she's a bit tidy, thanky," the mother answered, smoothing her soiled black gown, grown green with long service.

"She'll git on naow, please Gord.

But Joe most did for 'er." "How did it all happen ?" Travers asked, in a jaunty tone, to draw her out.
"Well, it was like this, sir, yer see.

My daughter, she's a lidy as keeps 'erself TO 'erself, as the sayin' is, an' 'olds 'er 'ead up.