"She's--gone--to the cemetery," she gasped in explanation.

"I think--she'll be-- home--soon." The day was already waning, and the sun going down.

She looked out anxiously, longing to see her mother come into sight.

The man gave an impatient click of his tongue.
"What am I to do ?" he demanded testily, gazing anxiously up and down the street, but as he seemed to be addressing only the air, or himself, Jessie did not feel obliged or able to make any suggestion.
"Look here," he said, turning quickly round to her, "there has been an accident, and--and I came to--to--break it to your mother.

I know her and your--your father.