She ain't right in her head, ye know, or she'd never a done it.

She'd never a left us like this in th' world.

'Taint like our Lucy." Kenneth had turned around on his stool and was regarding old Will Rogers earnestly, brush and pallet alike forgotten.

Beth was trying to keep the tears out of her own eyes, for the old man's voice was even more pathetic than his words.
"Ten days ago!" said Kenneth.

"And she hasn't been found yet ?" "We can't trace her anywhere, an' Nell has broke down at las', an' don't do much but cry.