"You've been talking to that boy about me," she said one day to Janetta, in a quick, sensitive voice.
"Nothing that would hurt you," Janetta replied, smiling.
"Oh, indeed, I'm not so sure of that. He used to run away from me, and now he sits beside me like a lamb. I know what you've been saying."
"What?" said Janetta.
"You've been saying that I'm going to die, and that he won't be bothered with me long. Eh?"
"No; nothing of that kind."
"What did you say, then?"
"I told him," said Janetta, slowly, "that God sent him to you as a little baby to be a help and comfort to you; and that it was a son's duty to protect and sustain his mother, as she had once protected and sustained him."
"And you think he understood that sort of nonsense?"
"You see for yourself whether he does or not," said Janetta, gently. "He likes to come and see you and sit beside you now."