It's been hard enough to keep the children, but it will be harder to lose them!" she cried.
Jeffreys went to the bed where the little consumptive girl lay in a restless sleep, breathing heavily.
"Poor little Annie!" said he; "I did not know she was so ill." "How could you?
Yes, I saw the lady come down--a pretty wee thing.

She comes and goes here.

Maybe when she hears of Annie she'll come to her." "Do you know her name ?" "No.

She's a lady, they say.

I heard her singing upstairs to Trimble; it was a treat! So Trimble's dead.