Poor lamb—poor dear lamb! Yet I wouldn't wish him back, Lizzie. He must ha' died peaceful, Lizzie. He seems to be smiling. He always had such a rare smile on him—not that he's smiled much of late—
MRS. HOLROYD
I loved him for that.
GRANDMOTHER
Ay—my poor child—my poor child.
MRS. HOLROYD
He looks nice, mother.
GRANDMOTHER
I hope he made his peace with the Lord.
MRS. HOLROYD