“But, Granny, what can I do? She can’t go in the clothes she is wearing, and she has only got one other frock, the one she goes to Mass in. I can’t allow my daughter—”
But seeing the old woman was about to speak Alec stopped his wife.
“Let us hear what she has to say,” he whispered.
“There is my wedding-gown: that is surely beautiful enough for anyone to wear. It has not been worn since the day I wore it when the bells were ringing, and I went over the hill and was married; and I have taken such care of it that it is the same as it was that day. Molly will look very nice in it; she will look as I looked that day.”
No one spoke; father, mother, and daughter stood looking at the old woman. Her offer to lend her wedding-dress had astonished them as much as her recovery of her senses. Ever
