"It's just naething, me leddy," was the weeping girl's answer.
"But I am sure it is something. Can you not tell me? What is it troubles you?"
"Just naething, me leddy," was still the answer.
"Are you away from all your friends? Are you homesick?"
"I ha'e naebody belanging to me, me leddy."
"You are an orphan?"
"Aye, me leddy."
"Then you must really tell me what is the matter with you, my poor child; I will help you if I can."
"Indeed I canna tell you, my leddy. Your leddyship maun please to forgi'e me, and not mind me greeting. It's just naething; it's ony a way I ha'e."
And this was all that Claudia could get out of this poor girl.