And God forgive me, I cracked Tom's head with my thimble, poor boy, poor dead boy.

But he's out of all his troubles now.

And the last words I ever heard him say was to reproach--" But this memory was too much for the old lady, and she broke entirely down.

Tom was snuffling, now, himself--and more in pity of himself than anybody else.

He could hear Mary crying, and putting in a kindly word for him from time to time.