Paul found him digging in the garden.

He had written him a letter.

He shook hands with his father.
"Hello, son! Tha has landed, then ?" said the father.
"Yes," replied the son.

"But I'm going back to-night." "Are ter, beguy!" exclaimed the collier.

"An' has ter eaten owt ?" "No." "That's just like thee," said Morel.