When Henry clung to my neck as I lifted him into the carriage and placed him by her side, when I arranged her own wrapping to make her warm, though she turned her head from me, I saw the tears start to her eyes. 
When Henry clung to my neck as I lifted him into the carriage, when I arranged Mrs. Sympson's wrappings to make her warm, though she turned her head from me, I saw the tears start to her eyes. 