She had been to see Charlie Dynes's mother, but she had only brought herself to send a message of sympathy through Mary Harden to the keeper's widow.
Mrs.Jellison looked at her askance with her old wild eyes as Marcella came up with her.
"Oh, she's _puddlin'_ along," she said in answer to Marcella's inquiry, using a word very familiar in the village.

"She'll not do herself a mischief while there's Nurse Ellen an' me to watch her like a pair o' cats.

She's dreadful upset, is Isabella--shouldn't ha' thought it of her.

That fust day"-- a cloud darkened the curious, dreamy face--"no, I'm not a-goin' to think about that fust day, I'm not, 'tain't a ha'porth o' good," she added resolutely; "but she was all right when they'd let her get 'im 'ome, and wash an' settle 'im, an' put 'im comfortable like in his coffin.

He wor a big man, miss, when he wor laid out! Searle, as made the coffin, told her as ee 'adn't made one such an extry size since old Harry Flood, the blacksmith, fifteen year ago.