"A lady to take care of us at last," said one of the twins,
"and you have killed her!"

They were sorry for him, but sorrier for themselves, and when
he took a step nearer them they turned from him.

Tootles' face was very white, but there was a dignity about him
now that had never been there before.

"I did it," he said, reflecting. "When ladies used to come to
me in dreams, I said, `Pretty mother, pretty mother.' But when
at last she really came, I shot her."

He moved slowly away.