Sarah stood in the open door as he drove up.
"Didn't come," he said mournfully.
Without a word, Sarah followed him to the barn, with the tin lantern in her hand.

He gave her a hug as he got down from the wagon.

He was little given to like displays of emotion.
"Don't feel bad," he said.
She tried bravely to put a good face on her disappointment, but, while he was unharnessing and leading the weary horses into their stalls, it was a wet face and a silent one.
"Come," he said, after he had thrown some hay into the mangers.

"Let's go into the house.

I've got something for ye." "I've given them up--I don't believe we shall ever see them again," said Sarah, as they were walking toward the door.