But still she could not get the relief of tears.

After a while she sat up and listened.

She heard faintly the voices of her uncle and his relatives.

Presently her aunt came out to her.
She hid her face in her arm and waited for the new harshness to strike.
"Get up and come in, Susie." The voice was kind, was pitying--not with the pity that galls, but with the pity of one who understands and feels and is also human, the pity that soothes.

At least to this woman she was not outcast.
The girl flung herself down again and sobbed--poured out upon the bosom of our mother earth all the torrents of tears that had been damming up within her.