'Kinraid went away, and mother cried out; and I went to her.

She were asleep, I thought, so I lay down by her, to wish I were dead, and to think on what would come on my child if I died; and Philip came in softly, and I made as if I were asleep; and that's t' very last as I've iver seen or heared of him.' Jeremiah Foster groaned as she ended her story.

Then he pulled himself up, and said, in a cheerful tone of voice, 'He'll come back, Sylvia Hepburn.

He'll think better of it: never fear!' 'I fear his coming back!' said she.

'That's what I'm feared on; I would wish as I knew on his well-doing i' some other place; but him and me can niver live together again.' 'Nay,' pleaded Jeremiah.