"You live ten miles off, and I hadn't a soul to send but Jerome, with a horse that can't get out of a walk.

I didn't know myself there'd be a funeral for certain till yesterday.

There wasn't time to send for you.

I thought of it, but I knew there wouldn't be time to get word to you in season for you to start.

You might, as long as you're a professing Christian, Eloise Green, have a little mercy in a time like this." Ann's voice quavered a little, but she set her mouth harder.
The large man nudged his wife and whispered something.