It mumbled pathetically before she was able to control it.

She knew she had heard this kind of thing before though in cases with which great ladies had nothing whatever to do.

And at the same time there was something in this case that was somehow different.
"I don't know what to say or do," she faltered helplessly.

"With the world like this--we've got to try to comfort each other--and we don't know how." "Let me come into your arms," said Robin like a child.

"Hold me and let me hold you." She crept near and folding soft arms about the old figure laid her cheek against the black shawl.