It was evidently better that the lighter waggon which had come from Chellaston should go round now to the outlying farms, and that all the villagers should return in that provided by the farmer.

Trenholme put in the child, who was now sleeping, and helped in the women, one by one.
Their white skirts were wet and soiled; he felt this as he aided them to dispose them on the straw which had been put in for warmth.

The farmer, an Englishman, made some wise, and not uncivil, observations upon the expediency of remaining at home at dead of night as compared with ascending hills in white frocks.

He was a kind man, but his words made Winifred's tears flow afresh.

She shrank behind the rest.