Sir Henry did not laugh. He only stood and looked at her.
"And what do you say to them when you see them?"
"That's the difficult part," said Jill. "I don't quite know what to say. I've been to one widow, and she wouldn't let me in, and I've been to another, and made her cry."
"And now you're looking for a third. Well, I will help you. Do you see that big house behind the trees over there? A widow lives there, and her name is Mrs. Beresford. Go and see her, and make her cry if you can."
"But I don't want to make them cry," said Jill. "Will she like to see me?"
"I should think she would. I should, if I were a widow."
"Has she any children? I want to visit some fatherless."
"Happy thought! Come home and have some tea with me. I'm a fatherless creature. My father died when I was an infant."
"I think," said Jill slowly, "the Bible means poor widows and fatherless. You aren't in affliction, are you?"