What she gave her, I don't know.

I saw her stooping over her, and putting money in her bosom.

She whispered something, as she asked was that enough?
'More than enough,' the other said, and took her hand and kissed it.
Then Martha arose, and gathering her shawl about her, covering her face with it, and weeping aloud, went slowly to the door.

She stopped a moment before going out, as if she would have uttered something or turned back; but no word passed her lips.

Making the same low, dreary, wretched moaning in her shawl, she went away.
As the door closed, little Em'ly looked at us three in a hurried manner and then hid her face in her hands, and fell to sobbing.
'Doen't, Em'ly!' said Ham, tapping her gently on the shoulder.