Of late she had grown unable to look the young man in the face.

Willy did not speak again.

His face colored, and he went away.

Rotha's manner towards Ralph was different.
He spoke to her but rarely, and when he did so she looked frankly into his face.

If she met him abroad, as she sometimes did when carrying water from the well, he would lift her pails in his stronger hands over the stile, and at such times the girl thought his voice seemed softer.
"I am thinking," said Mrs.Ray to her husband, as she was spinning in the kitchen at Shoulthwaite Moss,--"I am thinking," she said, stopping the wheel and running her fingers through the wool, "that Willy is partial to the little tailor's winsome lass." "And what aboot Ralph ?" asked Angus..