"And now, you won't despair, will you?
You'll trust me?
I could always do something." She took Mrs.Hurd's hand with a sweet look and gesture.

Standing there in her tall vigorous youth, her furs wrapped about her, she had the air of protecting and guiding this poverty that could not help itself.

The mother and wife felt herself shy, intimidated.

The tears came back to her brown eyes.
* * * * * When Miss Boyce had gone, Minta Hurd went to the fire and put it together, sighing all the time, her face still red and miserable.
The door opened and her husband came in.

He carried some potatoes in his great earth-stained hands.
"You're goin' to put that bit of hare on?
Well, mak' eeaste, do, for I'm starvin'.