"Cry! I'd cry if you said _No_. It would be terrible to be disappointed now. But give her a name. How do you call her?"
"I call this stout lady in a quaint black dress, who looks young enough to wear much smarter raiment, if she would--I call her Agnes Helstone. She married my brother James, and is his widow."
"And my mother?"

"Cry! I'd cry if you said No. It would be terrible to be disappointed now. But how do you call her?"
"I call her Agnes Helstone. She married my brother James, and is his widow. 