these articles of attire had long been ready for a certain triste ceremony , in which she would some day fill the chief part , and only saw the light occasionally when they were hung out to air . she was willing to give even these to the fair trembling visitor , who was turning in dumb sorrow and wonder from her to jamie , and from jamie back to her . the poor girl suffered herself to be dressed , and then sat down on a " creepie " in the chimney corner and buried her face in her hands . " what 'll we do to keep up a lady like you ? " cried the old woman . " i 'll work for you both , mother , " replied the son . " an ' how could a lady live on we'er poor diet ? " she repeated . " i 'll work for her , " was all jamie 's answer . he kept his word . the young lady was very sad for a long time , and tears stole down her cheeks many an evening , while the old woman span by the fire and jamie made salmon nets , an accomplishment acquired by him in hopes of adding to the comfort of their guest . but she was always gentle , and tried to smile when she perceived them looking at her . by degrees she adapted herself to their ways and mode of life . it was not very long before she began to feed the pig , mash potatoes and meal for the fowls , and knit blue worsted socks . so a year passed and halloween came round again . " mother , " said jamie , taking down his cap , " i 'm off to the old castle to seek my fortune . "
sad .
how did the young lady feel for a long time ?
how did the young lady feel for a long time ?