Dr.
Francis was very kind, and did everything about the funeral for her.
It is buried up here in the rock churchyard, in the corner where they bury all the nameless ones, for we thought he had no father, you see, sir, and we knew it was unbaptised.

She would not have it christened.
She was waiting for you to come home, for she would not tell its name, saying, 'Baby will do for him till his father comes home,' and 'Baby' he was, pertws bach." Cardo sat listening, with his hands shading his eyes.
"And now, here's the directions, sir," she said, as Peggi Bullet returned from the well.

"Here you, Peggi fach, you are so nimble, you climb up the ladder and bring the old teapot down." And the nimble woman of seventy soon laid before them the old cracked teapot, out of which Nance drew the same faded address which she had once shown to Valmai.
"It is horribly faint," said Cardo, a fresh tremor rising in his heart.
"Here it is now," said Nance, placing her shrivelled finger on the paper.

"This is where she went from here, when all this trouble came upon her, and everybody pointed the finger of scorn at her; and when she had given up the hope that you would ever come back, sir, she turned to her sister, dear child!" "I never knew she had a sister!" "No, nor she didn't know much about her; but I knew, and I told her.
Born the same time they were, and a grand lady, who was lodging at Essec Powell's at the time, took the sister away with her, and brought her up as her own daughter, and we have never heard of her since.

'But I will find her, Nance,' she said.