“Yes! All better now, right?” Hayle smiled sweetly at a six-year-old child who had hurt his head after falling while playing in the river behind their house.
“Thank you, Miss. You’ve been a great help. If only there was a doctor here. We would have been so relieved,” the mother, who had been with her child and still showed traces of tears on her face, said gratefully. “Is there anything we can give you? We only have a little bit of wine.”
“Oh, no. I’m just helping out. Keep it for yourselves. And Dean! Could you give this woman some bread?” Hayle said, looking at the slightly thin child.
“No, please, Miss, don’t! We can’t accept any more of your kindness,” the mother protested, appearing hesitant.
“He’s hurt and needs to eat well to recover quickly. I’m giving it to him, so please don’
