Mary did not speak for a moment; a sob rose to her lips, but made no sound.
“It is well to understand,” she said, faintly. “Grandmother?”
“Yes, Mary, but hold on; your arms fall away—you will slip off—hug me closer, Mary.”
This Rock marks the spot where Queen Esther slaughtered the Patriots in the battle of July, 1778.
The arms clung around her with sudden tightness; that pale face fell upon her shoulder, and a kiss touched her withered neck; one hand groped farther, and caught eagerly at Jane Derwent’s dress.
“Jane—oh, sister Jane!”
“Don’t, Mary; you almost pull me off.”
The hand fell back.
“Mary—Mary—for mercy’s sake, hold tight! Oh, dear—oh, Mary—Mary!”