Then he came back, and as she took him into her tiny living-room, he saw that there were tears rolling down her tired face.
"Is your child very ill ?" he asked.
She nodded.

"Doctor says if she can get through the next two days she may be all right." "Is your husband with you ?" She shook her head.

"I'm a widow, sir; my husband was killed in the War.
I'm only caretaking here.

When the house up there is sold, they'll turn me out." "I'm looking for a country house.

Perhaps I'll come over and see it one day.