“She only came to change her dress. She put the green poplin on. She wondered where you’d gone.”
“What did you tell her?”
“I said you’d just gone out a bit. She said she was glad. She was as lively as a squirrel.”
Rebecca looked wistfully at my mother. At length the latter said:
“He’s dead, Rebecca. I have seen him.”
“Now thank God for that—no more need to worry over him.”
“Well!—He died all alone, Rebecca—all alone.”
“He died as you’ve lived,” said Becky with some asperity.
“But I’ve had the children, I’ve had the children—we won’t tell Lettie, Rebecca.”
“No ’m.” Rebecca left the room.