Then she shuddered and cried out . The tears came , and she wept her agony out on the other woman 's breast . As the ill news spread , other Avonlea women kept dropping in all through the day to condole with Thyra . Many of them came in real sympathy , but some out of mere curiosity to see how she took it . Thyra knew this , but she did not resent it , as she would once have done . She listened very quietly to all the halting efforts at consolation , and the little platitudes with which they strove to cover the nakedness of bereavement . When darkness came Cynthia said she must go home , but would send one of her girls over for the night . `` You wo n't feel like staying alone , '' she said . Thyra looked up steadily . `` No . But I want you to send for Damaris Garland . '' `` Damaris Garland ! '' Cynthia repeated the name as if disbelieving her own ears . There was never any knowing what whim Thyra might take , but Cynthia had not expected this . `` Yes . Tell her I want her -- tell her she must come . She must hate me bitterly ; but I am punished enough to satisfy even her hate . Tell her to come to me for Chester 's sake . '' Cynthia did as she was bid , she sent her daughter , Jeanette , for Damaris . Then she waited .
No matter what duties were calling for her XXXXX home she must see the interview between Thyra and Damaris .
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