I remember the master, before he fell into a doze, stroking her bonny hair--it pleased him rarely to see her gentle--and saying, 'Why canst thou not always be a good lass, Cathy ?' And she turned her face up to his, and laughed, and answered, 'Why cannot you always be a good man, father ?' But as soon as she saw him vexed again, she kissed his hand, and said she would sing him to sleep.

She began singing very low, till his fingers dropped from hers, and his head sank on his breast.

Then I told her to hush, and not stir, for fear she should wake him.

We all kept as mute as mice a full half-hour, and should have done so longer, only Joseph, having finished his chapter, got up and said that he must rouse the master for prayers and bed.

He stepped forward, and called him by name, and touched his shoulder; but he would not move: so he took the candle and looked at him.