Come inside and rest yourself, while I ask about it.

What was your good husband's name, and when and where fell this mishap ?' 'Deary me,' said mother, as he set a chair for her very polite, but she would not sit upon it; 'Saturday morning I was a wife, sir; and Saturday night I was a widow, and my children fatherless.

My husband's name was John Ridd, sir, as everybody knows; and there was not a finer or better man in Somerset or Devon.

He was coming home from Porlock market, and a new gown for me on the crupper, and a shell to put my hair up--oh, John, how good you were to me!' Of that she began to think again, and not to believe her sorrow, except as a dream from the evil one, because it was too bad upon her, and perhaps she would awake in a minute, and her husband would have the laugh of her.

And so she wiped her eyes and smiled, and looked for something.
'Madam, this is a serious thing,' Sir Ensor Doone said graciously, and showing grave concern: 'my boys are a little wild, I know.