I believe she will get well, Lois." "Oh, you don't know her," Lois answered.

"You don't know how frail she is.

And then there's Mr.Denner! It is the responsibility of it that kills me, Giff! I cannot get away from it for one single minute." They had walked along the road where the accident had taken place, and Lois shivered as she saw the trampled grass, though it had been her wish that they should come this way.
"Oh," she said, putting her hands over her eyes, "life can never look the same to me, even if they get well!" "No," Gifford said, "I understand that.

But it may have a new sweetness of gratitude, Lois." When they came to the gap in the hedge which was the outlet for the rectory path, Gifford held aside the twigs for her to enter.
"Let us sit down on the stone bench a little while," he said.

"This is where poor little Mr.Denner sat that afternoon.