CHAPTER XII.
SARA'S VISION "Morva, lass," said Ann, "what's the matter to-day?
No breakfast; after thy work at the churn, too ?" "Well, indeed," said Morva, "I drank so much butter milk that I don't want much breakfast." "Come, lass," said Ebben Owens, "hard work wants good feeding." "Well," said Ann, "you are not eating much yourself.

Did you sleep well, father ?" "Yes, of course," said the old man; "I always sleep like a top.

Here's Will; he'll satisfy thee in the eating line, whatever." "Yes; especially when there's fresh butter and new bread," said Will, sitting down and cutting a thick slice for himself.

"What was the matter with Tudor last night?
He was howling all night.

Did you hear him, father ?" "Not I.