“An’ I be that weary I could weep!” she sighed.
“Don’t!” he admonished. “Your weariness I can endure with an effort, but your tears—— There, take my arm, child, lean on me—so!”
“An’ I don’t know where you’m a-takin’ me.”
“To England, sure!” he answered encouragingly. “To Sussex, to the gentle Down-country—home!”
“You can’t!” she sighed. “Ye see, I ha’ no home.”
“Your mother—father?”
“I—I’m an orphan wi’ no one in the world—except a grandmother.”
“Then your grandmother be it.”
“Her’ll only clout me for leaving my lady an’ losing a good place. And you—you’d be glad to be quit o’ me already.”