The woman's lips trembled. “Then, then...” she said, and she began to cry.
“Mary,” said the School-teacher, “have you forgotten what I told you?”
The woman sobbed,
“But it's come so soon.”
Then she looked at the little boy sleeping in the School-teacher's arms and the tears streamed down her face.
“Now, what'll I do?” she said. “Now, what'll I do? He'll set there by the door, him an' Jim, an' he'll look for you every morning, an' whenever Jim barks he'll say 'Nim see Teacher,' but he won't never see you.”
“Yes,” replied the School-teacher, “he will see me again.”
“Then you won't be so awful far away?”
“I shall never be very far away from him.”
Then he put the sleeping child into the woman's arms.