"She an' you's different, Mis' Kenyon. She's crazy, an' you aint."
"Then you think I can be trusted out of the doctor's hands?"
"How came you there, anyway, Mis' Kenyon?" asked Nancy curiously.
"It is too long a story to tell, Nancy. It is enough to say that I was put there by a cruel enemy, and that since I have been confined I have met with a great loss."
"Did you lose your money, Mis' Kenyon?" asked Nancy sympathetically.
"It was worse than that, Nancy. My only boy is dead."
"Dat's awful; but brace up, Mis' Kenyon. De Lor' don't let it blow so hard on de sheep dat's lost his fleece."
"I feel that I have very little to live for, Nancy," continued Mrs. Kenyon, in a tone of depression.
"Don't you take it so much to heart, Mis' Kenyon. I've had three chil'en myself, an' I don't know where they is."
"How does that happen, Nancy?"