Mis' Field, you don't mind my speakin' so, do you?
Oh, Mis' Field, don't feel so bad! I'm real sorry I said anythin'." Mrs.Field was shaking with great sobs.

"I ain't--blamin' you," she said, brokenly.
Mrs.Green got out her own handkerchief.

"Mis' Field, I wouldn't have spoken a word, but--I felt as if something ought to be done, if there could be; an'-- I thought--so much about my--poor Abby.

Lois always makes me think of her; she's jest about her build; an'-- I didn't know as you--realized." "I realized enough," returned Mrs.Field, catching her breath as she walked on.
"Now I hope you don't feel any worse because I spoke as I did," Mrs.
Green said, when they reached the gate of the Pratt house.
"You ain't told me anything I didn't know," replied Mrs.Field.
Mrs.Green felt for one of her distorted hands; she held it a second, then she dropped it.

Mrs.Field let it hang stiffly the while.