It was for her children alone she felt solicitous, and when the day arrived that saw her without the means of purchasing bread, her long filling cup of misery overflowed, and she wept.
Yes, she wept.

Wept as if her whole life had been changed in a moment, from one of joy and happiness, to that of sadness and misery.
Her children in that dark hour clustered around her.

_They_ could not cry.

A fast of over twenty-four hours had dried all tears within them.
They only wondered for awhile, until the sharp pangs of hunger reminded them of another and greater woe.

They too had been changed.
The bloom of youth had departed from their little cheeks, while in the eyes of the oldest an unnatural light burned.