She put her arm round my neck.
"Aw was just funnin'," she said kindly, "Aw dinna want ye to dee. Aw wud greet."
"You would forget me in a week, Jan."
"Na Aw wudna," she protested. "Aw wud put flowers on yer grave ilka Sabbath, and Aw wud cut oot the verse o' pottery in the paper. Aw cut oot the verse aboot my auntie Liz."
"What was it?"
"Aw dinna mind, but it was something like this:—
"We think, when we look at yer vacant chair,
Of yer dear old face and yer grey hair,
But ye are away to the land of above