At our hospital we've had a poor woman who got hurt and died two days ago.

I had nothing to do with her, only took her a bit of fruit once or twice, for she had big, wistful sort of eyes that haunted me.

The day she died I stopped a minute, and the nurse said she'd been wanting to speak to me but didn't dare.

So I asked if I could do anything for her and, though she could hardly breathe for pain being almost gone she implored me to take care of baby.

I found out where the child was, and promised I'd see after her for the poor soul couldn't seem to die till I'd given her that comfort.