“If Jane marries and has a child,” said he, “who knows but it might play about here and some day fall into the well and be killed?”
“Alack!” cried the woman, “I never thought of that before. It is, indeed, possible.”
So she sat down and wept with her husband.
As neither of them came to the house the daughter shortly came to look for them, and when she found them sitting crying into the well—
“What is the matter?” asked she. “Why do you weep?”
So her father told her of the thought that had struck him.
“Yes,” said she, “it might happen.”
So she too sat down with her father and mother, and wept into the well.
They had sat there a good while when John comes to them.