I am sure she is somewhere praying for you." They said no more, even to each other, that night.
Nor much the next day.

It was the time for doing, not thinking.

There was not indeed much to do, except to get off; but that seemed a great deal.

It was done at last.

Mrs.
Landholm from the window of the kitchen watched them get into the wagon and drive off; and then she sat down by the window to cry.
Asahel had gone to ride as far as the mountain's foot with his father and brothers; and Winifred knelt down beside her mother to lean her head upon her; they could not get near enough just then.