Craig had warned; but his
drugs were good, and I got what I wanted and quickly returned.
While Graeme slept Mrs. Mavor made me tea. As the evening wore on I told
her the events of the day, dwelling admiringly upon Craig's generalship.
She smiled at this.
'He got me too,' she said. 'Nixon was sent to me just before the sports;
and I don't think he will break down to-day, and I am so thankful.' And
her eyes glowed.
'I am quite sure he won't,' I thought to myself, but I said no word.
After a long pause, she went on, 'I have promised Mr. Craig to sing
to-night, if I am needed!' and then, after a moment's hesitation, 'It
is two years since I have been able to sing--two years,' she repeated,
'since'--and then her brave voice trembled--'my husband was killed.'
'I quite understand,' I said, having no other word on my tongue
'And,' she went on quietly, 'I fear I have been selfish. It is hard to
sing the same songs. We were very happy. But the miners like to hear me
sing, and I think perhaps it helps them to feel less lonely, and keeps
them from evil.
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