"Oh, she will come, she will come, as she has promised, and bring you comfort; what it will be I cannot tell," and leaning her head coaxingly on the old man's arm she asked, in a playful tone of mystery, "now what can it be, this great blessing she is going to bring you ?" "I don't know," said the old man, taking scant interest in her surmises; he was thinking how he would bear this fresh loss! "But what do you think ?" "A Bible, perhaps." "A Bible!" said Morva impatiently, "no--no, not a Bible; Sara knows you have plenty of them at Garthowen, and she has too much sense to bring you another--no! 'tisn't that! but oh, what will it be, I wonder ?" And day after day this was the question that ran through her thoughts, "What will it be, I wonder ?" Sitting down to her milking she sang with full voice once more the old song which Daisy loved.

Of late her voice had been very low, and the song scarcely reached beyond Daisy's sleek sides, but to-day it came back, and the farmyard was filled with happy melody.
Everything went on as usual in the farm.

Ann tried to let no difference be seen in her manner to her father, unless indeed she was a little more tender and loving.

The farm servants, who, if they had not been at the Sciet, had yet heard the tale of disgrace, were unanimous in their endeavours to comfort the old mishteer whom they loved with so much loyalty.
"Pwr fellow bach!" they said to each other, "'twas for his son after all, and if he had kept it to himself nobody would have known anything about it!" He alone was altered, going about with a saddened mien and gentler voice than of old, and apparently finding his chief solace in the company of his little grandson, who followed him about as closely and untiringly as Tudor did.
"Ah, we are brave companions, aren't we, Gwil ?" he would sometimes ask with a tremble in his voice.
"Odin (Yes, we are)," said the child.
"And thou lov'st thine old grandfather with all thine heart, eh ?" "Odw (Yes, I do!)," said the child, impatient to be gone.
They were sitting under the elder tree in the farmyard.
"Stop a minute," said the old man, in a husky, anxious voice, "if da-cu (grandfather) had done anything wrong, wouldst love him still the same ?" "Oh, more!" said the boy, "because then we'd be two naughty boys!" And while they sat under the elder tree, and Morva helped Ann with her churning, five miles away, on the wind-swept high road, a bent figure was trudging along, with slow but steady footsteps, with the thought of them all in her mind, and the sweet memory of home in her heart, but with an earnest purpose in her eyes; to bring happiness and hope to her old friend, to the man who in the days gone by had jilted her, and torn her heart strings, who had won her love, but had married another woman, and regretted it ever after.
It was Sara, who had risen with the first streak of dawn, and snatching a hurried breakfast had left her foster-daughter asleep.

She had lifted the lid of the coffer and had taken out the best half of her scarlet mantle, leaving the worn and faded half hanging Over the spinning wheel.