“Do you think that, Jenny?” said Mrs. Quiggin, with another long look through the window.
“Of course I do,” said Jenny.
“And what did he say?”
“’ I’ve been sailing foreign, ma’am,’ he said. ‘And I don’t know nothing that cut’s a man’s heart from its moorings like coming home same as a homing pigeon, and then wishing yourself back again same as a lost one.’”
“Poor fellow!” said Mrs. Quiggin. “He must have found things changed since he went away.”
“He must,” said Jenny.
“Perhaps he has lost some one who was dear to him,” said Mrs. Quiggin.
“Perhaps,” said Jenny, with a sigh.
“His mother may be, or his sister—” began Mrs. Quiggin.
“Yes, or his wife.” continued Jenny, with a moan.