She finally saw clearly who the adults were carrying; it was truly her mother.
She had been holding back her tears in front of the little boy earlier, but now she couldn't hold back anymore. She reached out to pull Nell Harris's hand, crying, "Mother, Mother..."
Nell Harris's face was pale, her clothes were still dripping water, her hair was wet, her hand was very cold, lying there, seemingly dead.
A few villagers who were doing farm work carried her back on a door plank.
Greene Village wasn't big, even if someone's chicken was bitten to death by a weasel, it would become a topic for long discussions among the villagers after meals, let alone something like this. So, very quickly, almost the entire village ran over, gathered in Scarlett Glenn's courtyard, pointing at Nell Harris's "corpse."
