When she was at the worst, and her mind rambled again to the cares of her father's sick bed and the little children, she still knew me so far as that she would be quiet in my arms when she could lie quiet nowhere else, and murmur out the wanderings of her mind less restlessly. 
When she was at the worst, she would murmur out the wanderings of her mind about her father's sick-bed and the two little children. 