WHY JESUS WEPT 
51 
MOLLY. 
 
O my lord !  I am the most unhappy girl in the world. 
 
GLENSTRAE. 
 
Tell me about it — there, there, don’t cry ! 
 
MOLLY. 
 
Twas but yestreen s’ennight. 
 
GLENSTRAE. 
 
A green wound is easiest cured. 
 
MOLLY. 
 
My lord, yestreen s’ennight I was wooed and won, and ere 
the moonrise he deserted me. 
 
GLENSTRAE. 
 
Dear, dear !  That’s bad, bad, bad.  There, there, no 
doubt we shall be able to do something. 
 
MOLLY. 
 
My father thinks it is worse — oh, far worse !  I am to 
go away into service — oh !  oh ! 
 
GLENSTRAE. 
 
And so you shall, my dear, so you shall.  Come and live 
with my wife as her companion, and we will try and find your 
lover for you.  No doubt the arts of this — er — designing