Chapter IV

Hilda’s heart was touched instantly. Springing toward her mistress she cried: “Mrs. Schwarz, you are _crying_! Is something dreadful the matter? Oh, I am so sorry!” and she timidly put her arm about the stout shoulder that, since the words of sympathy, had begun to shake with sobs. There was something terrible in seeing this great bulk of a woman with her sharp tongue and stolid ways all broken up crying. “It iss my _poy_!” she wailed into her apron. “They vill send him avay to var! My only poy! Und there iss no ne…