"It may be here at yer bedhead now, but yer more in need of knowin' where God's Spirit is, 'Liza."
Jamie entered with a cup of tea.
"For a throubled heart," he said, "there's nothin' in this world like a rale good cup o' tay."
"God bless ye kindly, Jamie, I've a sore heart an' I'm as dhry as a whistle."
"Now Jamie, put th' cups down on th' bed," Anna said, "an' then get out, like a good bhoy!"
"I want a crack wi' Anna, Jamie," Eliza said.
"Well, ye'll go farther an' fare worse—she's a buffer at that!"
Eliza sat up in bed while she drank the tea. When she drained her cup she handed it over to Anna.
"Toss it, Anna, maybe there's good luck in it fur me."
"No, dear, it's a hoax at best; jist now it wud be pure blasphemy. Ye don't need luck, ye need at this minute th' help of God."