andIsaidthemovertoher，holdingherhandsfirmlyinmine.Shegazedatmeasifinadream，andthelightslowlyfadedfromhereyesasshesaid，tearingherhandsfrommineandwavingthemtowardsthemountainsandthewoods——
’\"Butnevermorehere？Nevermorehere？\"
’Ibelieveinheavenandtheotherlife，butIconfessthatforamomentitallseemedshadowybesidetherealityofthiswarm，brightworld，fulloflifeandlove.Shewasveryillfortwonights，andwhenthecoffinwasclosedanewbabylayinthefather’sarms.
’Sheslowlycamebacktolife，buttherewerenomoresongs.Theminersstillcomeabouthershop，andtalktoherbaby，andbringhertheirsorrowsandtroubles;butthoughsheisalwaysgentle，almosttender，withthem，nomaneversays\"Sing.\"AndthatiswhyIamgladshesanglastweek;itwillbegoodforherandgoodforthem.’
’Whydoesshestay？’Iasked.