I heard a low wailing and crying in the room, and saw Peggy sitting on the bundle of dresses she'd brought in the morning, rocking herself backwards and forwards as Irish people always do when they're crying.

I went to the bed, and looked through the curtains.

The baby was still sleeping as pretty as ever, and its mother's hand was touching one of its arms.

I was just going to speak to her again, when the clergyman said 'Hush,' and took a bit of looking-glass that was set up on the chimney-piece, and held it over her lips.

She was gone.