"Are you here?" whispered a childlike voice.
It was Mary! She had returned. The thongs no longer hurt me. The pangs of hunger and thirst disappeared. I realized that it had been loneliness from which I suffered most.
"Mary!" I exclaimed. "You are a good girl. You have come back, after all. I had commenced to think that you would not. Did you give my message to the queen? Will she come? Where is she?"
The child's sobs increased, and she flung herself upon the dirt floor of the hut, apparently overcome by grief. strap on for both
"What is it?" I asked. "Why do you cry?"