"I cared for them for her sake," Angus answered, "but my mother never knew her; they lived in different countries—but their sorrows were related. Let us turn here."
They turned off into a quiet street, and presently entered the old stone-cutter's shop. Angus spoke to him apart for a time; finally the old man said:
"Perhaps you'd better write it down."
"Very well, I will," replied Angus.
The old stone-cutter adjusted his glasses: "Nothin' on the big stone about her age?"
"No, nothing," answered Angus.
"Nor nothin' about her folks?"
"No, nothing," said Angus again.
"And nothin' on the little stone only this?"
"Nothing more," said the other.