You must meet my son Rrchud....

My son Rrchud knows...." She burst into tears.
The Stranger took her hand.
"I should like awfully to meet Rrchud, and to get to know you better," she said.

She grew very red.

"I say, I should be awfully pleased if you would call me Angela." It wasn't her name, but she had noticed that something of this sort is always said when people become motherly and cry.
Then she went away.
"Lawdy," said the Mayor.

"I didn't expect she'd go out by the door, somehow.