Let us to the burn first, and put my face right." A moment he stood looking down upon his mother's grave.

The hideous thing that had put her far from him, and that had blurred the clear vision of her face, was gone.

A smile soft and tender as a child's stole over his face, and with that smile he turned away.

As they were coming back from the burn, Martin and the schoolmaster saw them in the distance.
"Bless me, man, will you look at him ?" said the master in an awestruck tone, clutching Martin's arm.

"What ever is come to him ?" "What's up," cried Martin.