She could not believe it.

There, on that lowly bed, her child to die! It was something too horrible for her thoughts, and though the evidence lay before her, in all its solemn grandeur, there was something to her eye so unreal and impossible in its silent magnificence that she doubted its truthfulness.
The old negro saw her misery.

She knew that the waters which run with a mild and silent surface, are often possessed of greater depth, than those which rush onward with a mighty noise.
"Come missis," she said, placing her hand on Mrs.Wentworth's shoulder.

"De Lord will be done.

Nebber mind.