Often Mrs. Jo hushed them all , saying , with a sob in her throat , `` The noise may frighten them , let me call ; Robby will know my voice ; '' and then she would cry out the beloved little name in every tone of tenderness , till the very echoes whispered it softly , and the winds seemed to waft it willingly ; but still no answer came .
Mrs. Jo is about to tell Robby something
( z1 tell :ARG0 ( z2 person :name ( z3 name :op "Mrs." :op "Jo" ) ) :ARG1 ( z4 something ) :ARG2 ( z5 person :name ( z6 name :op "Robby" ) ) :time ( z7 about-to ) )