God didn't send me to you to make light of your sorrow, but to mourn with you, if you will let me.
If you had a table spread for a feast, and was making merry with your friends, you would think it was kind to let me come and sit down and rejoice with you, because you'd think I should like to share those good things; but I should like better to share in your trouble and your labour, and it would seem harder to me if you denied me that.

You won't send me away?
You're not angry with me for coming ?" "Nay, nay; angered! who said I war angered?
It war good on you to come.
An' Seth, why donna ye get her some tay?
Ye war in a hurry to get some for me, as had no need, but ye donna think o' gettin' 't for them as wants it.

Sit ye down; sit ye down.

I thank you kindly for comin', for it's little wage ye get by walkin' through the wet fields to see an old woman like me....Nay, I'n got no daughter o' my own--ne'er had one--an' I warna sorry, for they're poor queechy things, gells is; I allays wanted to ha' lads, as could fend for theirsens.

An' the lads 'ull be marryin'-- I shall ha' daughters eno', an' too many.