198 THE FAT OF THE LAND 
away. Polly was searching fruitlessly for some- 
thing to dry the tears that overran her eyes, and 
I was able to lend her aid, but the accommoda- 
tion was of the nature of a “ call loan.” 
As we separated for the night, Jarvis said: 
«Lady mother, this day has been a revelation to 
me. If I live a hundred years, I shall never 
forget it.” I was slow in bringing it to a close. 
As I loitered in my room, I heard the shuffling 
of slippered feet in the hall, and a timid knock 
at Polly’s door. It was quickly opened for Jane 
and Jessie, and I heard sobbing voices say : — 
«“ Momee, we want to cry on your bed,” and, 
« Oh, Mrs. Williams, why can’t all days be like 
this!” 
Polly’s voice was low and indistinct, but I 
know that it carried strong and loving counsel ; 
and, as I turned to my pillow, I was still dream- 
ing the dream of the morning. 
