She spoke to Lois as though she knew there was no possible chance of her recovery.
"You see, my dear," she said, in her soft, complaining voice, which sometimes dropped to a whisper, "he has no aunts or uncles to look after him when I am gone; no one to be good to him and help him to be good.

Not that he is wild or foolish, Lois, like some young men, but he's full of spirit, and he needs a good home.

Oh, what will he do without me.

He has no one to take care of him!" Lois was too crushed by misery to feel even a gleam of humor, when the thought flashed through her mind that she might offer to take his mother's place; but she knew enough not to express it.
"Oh," Mrs.Forsythe continued, "if he were only married to some sweet girl that I knew and loved how happy I should be, how content!" "I--I wish he were," Lois said.
"My death will be so hard for him, and who will comfort him! I am sorry I distress you by speaking so, but, my dear child, on your death-bed you look facts in the face.

I cannot help knowing his sorrow, and it makes me so wretched.