And then, being half away from earth herself, she had seen him and known he was waiting, and that he would not leave for any far place without her.

She was so still that the big doctors thought more than once she had passed.

But I knew better." It was long before I was old enough to be told anything like this that I began to feel that the moor was in secret my companion and friend, that it was not only the moot to me, but something else.

It was like a thing alive--a huge giant lying spread out in the sun warming itself, or covering itself with thick, white mist which sometimes writhed and twisted itself into wraiths.

First I noticed and liked it some day, perhaps, when it was purple and yellow with gorse and heather and broom, and the honey scents drew bees and butterflies and birds.