And the family at the Parsonage were full of hope, though Taffy longed sometimes for a play-fellow, and sometimes for he knew not what, and Humility bent over her lace pillow and thought of green lanes and of Beer Village and women at work by sunshiny doorways; and wondered if their faces had changed.
"O, that I were where I would be! Then would I be where I am not; But where I am, there I must be, And where I would be, I cannot." She never told a soul of her home thoughts.

Her husband never guessed them.

But Taffy (without knowing why), whenever this verse from his old playbook came into his head, connected it with his mother.
But the old Squire was getting impatient.

He took quite a feudal view of the saving of his soul, and would have dragged the whole parish to church by main force, had it been possible.
Late one afternoon, Taffy was lying in one of his favourite nooks in the lee of the towans, when he heard voices and looked up.

And there sat the old gentleman gazing down on him from horseback, with Bill Udy at his side.