It was a comfortable, well-warmed room, containing evidences of all the various industries of the family, from the harness that hung on the wall and the basket of carded wool by the spinning-wheel, to the bucket of cow's mash that stood warming by the stove at the foot of the baby's cradle.

At the far end a large table, that held the candle, had a meal spread upon it, and also some open dog's-eared primers, at which small children were spelling audibly.
When the conference, which had taken place near the door, was over, the wife went back to her children and her lighted table, and Trenholme made as if to open the door, supposing that Turrif would walk away with him.
"Eh--_non,"_ said the older man, with a kindly smile.

_"Pas encore,"_ and taking Trenholme by the arm, he pushed him gently towards the table.
"I weel get out my 'orse," said he, in slow, broken English.

"You have had enough walking to-day, and I have had enough work.

_A present"_--with a gesture toward the table.
He made Trenholme sit down at the table.