This crane was hurrying back empty for another load, its chain and tackle swinging low, when Martha started across the room to look at one of the boys who had caught his thumb between a hammer and a nail and was trying to bind it with his handkerchief.

The next moment the swinging tackle of the crane struck poor Martha in the back, caught in her dress and dragged her for a few horrible yards along the floor.
That night the house on the hill had two unexpected visitors, the Angel of Death following quickly in the footsteps of the Angel of Life.
"You poor motherless little thing," breathed Cordelia, cuddling the baby in her arms.

"Look, Josiah," she said, trying to rouse her brother.

"Look ...it's smiling at you--" But Josiah looked up with haggard eyes that saw nothing, and could only repeat the sentence which he had been whispering to himself, "It's God's own punishment--God's own punishment--there are things--I can't tell you--" The doctor came to him at last and, after he was quieter, the two sisters went away, carrying their precious burden with them.
"Wasn't there a girl's name which means bitterness ?" asked Miss Cordelia, suddenly stopping.
"Yes," said Miss Patty.

"That's what 'Mary' means." The two sisters looked at each other earnestly--looked at each other and nodded.
"We'll call her 'Mary' then," said Miss Cordelia.
And that is how my heroine got her name..