Oh, it was dreadful to see her white face, and it is so cold there and dark;' and if the horror of what he had seen had just impressed itself upon him, the boy turned pale and faint, and, staggering to a chair, burst into tears.
Too much astonished to utter a word, Mrs.Crawford stared at him a moment in a bewildered kind of way, and then when the child, seeing him cry, began also to cry for "Mah-nee," and struggle in the bag, she forgot her lame foot, on which she had not stepped for a week, and going to the little girl, released her from the bag, and taking her upon her lap, began to untie the soft woollen cloak and to chafe the cold fingers, while she questioned her grandson.
Having recovered himself somewhat, Harold repeated his story, and asked with a shudder: 'Must I go for her alone?
I can't, I can't.

I was not afraid with the baby there, but it is so awful, and I never saw any one dead before.' 'Go back alone! Of course not!' his grandmother replied.

'But you must go to the park at once and tell them; go as fast as you can.

She may not be dead.' 'Yes, she is,' Harold answered, decidedly.

'I touched her face, and nothing alive could feel like that.' He was buttoning his overcoat preparatory to a fresh start, but before he went he kissed the little girl who was sitting on his grandmother's lap, and who, as she saw him leaving her, began to cry for him and to utter curious sounds unintelligible to them both.