Jess, his mother, shook her staff fondly at him.

A cart rumbled by, the driver nodding on the shaft.

It rounded the corner and stopped suddenly, and then a woman screamed.

A handful of men carried Joey's dead body to his mother, and that was the tragedy of Jess's life.
Twenty years ago, and still Jess sat at the window, and still she heard that woman scream.

Every other living being had forgotten Joey; even to Hendry he was now scarcely a name, but there were times when Jess's face quivered and her old arms went out for her dead boy.
"God's will be done," she said, "but oh, I grudged Him my bairn terrible sair.