That tumbled dark circle, that must be Mary's hair.

That dead white thing beneath it, that must be Mary's face.

Those burning lights, flaming on him, those must be Mary's eyes.

Dannie stepped softly across the room, and bent over the bed.

He tried hard to speak naturally.
"Mary" he said, "oh, Mary, I dinna know ye were ill! Oh, believe me, I dinna realize ye were suffering pain." She smiled faintly, and her lips moved.