She took out her moist ball of handkerchief again and dabbed both her eyes and nose.
Lillian looked at her half amusedly, half affectionately.

"Mother, you do beat the Dutch," said she.
Mrs.White actually snivelled.

"I can't help remembering the time when his poor first wife died," said she, "and how he and little Maria came here to take their meals, poor souls.

Harry Edgham was just the one to be worked by a woman, poor fellow." Lillian sucked her chocolate with a full sense of its sweetness.

"Ma, you can't keep track of all creation, nor cry over it," said she.
"You've got to leave it to the Lord.