"There is not even a grave." He put his hand on her shoulder--he even tried to force her to lift her head.
"It _must_ have a father," he said, harshly.

"Look at me.

It _must_." Stupefied and lost to all things as she was, she heard something in his harshness she could not understand and was startled by.

Her small starved face stared at him piteously.

There was no one but herself left in the world.
"There is no time--" he broke forth.
"He said so too," she cried out.