Somehow I wasn't able to cry before.

Now, sir, do you go to the children and I will look after things." A fortnight passed.

Captain Sankey had been laid in his grave, after such a funeral as had never been seen in Marsden, the mills being closed for the day, and all the shutters up throughout the little town, the greater part of the population attending the funeral as a mark of respect to the man who, after fighting the battles of his country, had now given his life for that of a child.

The great cricket match did not come off, it being agreed on all hands that it had better be postponed.
Mr.Porson had called twice to see Ned, and had done much by his comforting words to enable him to bear up.

He came again the day after the funeral.
"Ned," he said, "I think that you and Charlie had better come to school again on Monday.