"Ten years, I think."
"And you have never seen the new theatre, nor the Music Hall?"
"No."
"Nor any of the new warehouses?"
"I don't want to see them."
"And you wouldn't go to church, if it were more than a stone's throw away?"
"I am afraid not."
"How long since you were in a carriage?"
Her eyes filled with tears, but she made no reply.
"Forgive me, mother! I remember the time,—five years! and it seems like yesterday when father"—