'Hester,' she said; but Hester did not answer.

'Hester, are you hurt ?' When there was still no answer, the mother got up, with limbs so stiff that she could hardly use them, and stood over her child.

'Hester, speak to me.' 'I will never speak to you more,' said the daughter.
'My child, why will you not go to your comfortable wholesome bed ?' 'I will not go; I will die here.' 'The door shall not be locked.

You shall have the key with you.

I will do nothing to hurt you if you will go to your bed.' 'I will not go; leave me alone.