Kilmeny of the Orchard 
     
    
   
   
    
     ings surging in her soul, and being held 
     
     back from speech by her sheer, stubborn 
     
     will. And, Master, never a word did Mar- 
     
     garet say from that day until after Kil- 
     
     meny was born — not one word, Master. 
     
     Nothing we could do for her softened her. 
     
     And we were kind to her, Master, and 
     
     gentle with her, and never reproached her 
     
     by so much as a look. But she would not 
     
     speak to anyone. She just sat in her room 
     
     most of the time and stared at the wall 
     
     with such awful eyes. Father implored 
     
     her to speak and forgive him, but she 
     
     never gave any sign that she heard 
     
     him. 
     
    

    
     “ I haven’t come to the worst yet, Mas- 
     
     ter. Father sickened and took to his bed. 
     
     Margaret would not go in to see him. 
     
     Then one night Thomas and I were watch- 
     
     ing by him; it was about eleven o’clock. 
     
     'All at once he said, 
     
    

    
     “ ‘ Janet, go up‘and tell the lass ’ —— he 
     
     always called Margaret that — it was a 
     
     kind of pet name he had for her — ‘ that 
     
    

    
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