Granny Juggins drew my face down to a level with her puckered old
lips.
"God preserve you, Master Harry. No, I am not weeping. 'Tis-- No
matter. Remember always that so long as my heart beats there is room
in it for you--and forget not that your mother would be hungry for
pride in you if she were but with us."
She drew away anxiously.
"You do not mind that I say that, who was her servant?"