At last--it could not have been long before morning, I think--I lay down for a time, and then when it was light I made up my mind to go over and see Abijah.

I knew she would be with me.

That's all I remember about it.

Does my mother think I did it ?" Dr.Green hesitated a moment.
"Your mother is not in a state to think one way or the other, Ned; she is in such a state of grief that she hardly knows what she is saying or doing." In fact Mrs.Mulready entertained no doubt whatever upon the subject, and had continued to speak of Ned's wickedness until Dr.Green that morning had lost all patience with her, and told her she ought to be ashamed of herself to be the first to accuse her son, and that if he was hung she would only have herself to blame for it.
Ned guessed by the doctor's answer that his mother was against him.
"It is curious," he said, "she did not take on so after my father's death, and he was always kind and good to her, while this man was just the reverse." "There's never any understanding women," Dr.Green said testily, "and your mother is a singularly inconsequent and weak specimen of her sex.
Well, Ned, and so that is all you can tell us about the way you passed that unfortunate evening.

What a pity it is, to be sure, that you did not rouse up your friend Bill.