The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
We dare not venture to repeat what she said to him, for she was a mother; but the result was, a request from her that he would undertake to communicate the intelligence to her husband, and to beg him either to come to her in the course of the day, or send her some money: 'For,' said she, 'this is a bare house, Mr. Keelevin; and Heaven only knows what's to become o' the wee orphans.'