If so be a time comes when yeh have to be kilt of do a mean thing, why, Henry, don't think of anything 'cept what's right, because there's many a woman has to bear up 'ginst sech things these times, and the Lord 'll take keer of us all.
"Don't forgit about the socks and the shirts, child; and I've put a cup of blackberry jam with yer bundle, because I know yeh like it above all things.

Good-by, Henry.

Watch out, and be a good boy." He had, of course, been impatient under the ordeal of this speech.

It had not been quite what he expected, and he had borne it with an air of irritation.

He departed feeling vague relief.
Still, when he had looked back from the gate, he had seen his mother kneeling among the potato parings.