"They're expecting us: it is all right." But her voice and face belied her words.

She moved all through the rest of the evening like one in a dream.

She said little, but busied herself in making her mother as comfortable as it was possible to be in the dingy and unattractive little rooms; and, as soon as the tired old woman had fallen asleep, Mercy sat down on the floor by the window, and leaning her head on the sill cried hard..