He is changeable as the wind, and I was roaming over here to seek for calmness from the sea wind, and perhaps a talk with Sara." "Yes, come! She is in the herb garden gathering her bear's claws and rue; 'tis the proper time for them.

But first we must cut the bracken." Will took her sickle and soon cut a pile of the dry brittle fuel, binding it with a rope which she carried; and turning towards the cottage, they dragged it behind them.
"You go and seek mother," said Morva, "while I go and boil the porridge." And in the garden Will found Sara stooping over her herb bed, and deeply intent upon her task.
The sun was setting now, and threw its ruddy beams upon the sunny corner, and upon the aged face and figure of the old woman.
"Well, 'machgen i," she said, straightening herself.

"What is it ?" "Oh, nothing," said Will; "only, roaming about the moor, I came in to see you, and Morva has asked me to have supper with you--you are gathering your herbs ?" "Yes, 'tis time to dry them and hang them up under the rafters; if they will save one human being from pain 'twill be a good thing.

Last night Mari Lewis came to ask me for something for her boy; I gave it to her, but she never came to tell me whether it had done him any good," and she smiled as she led the way back to the cottage carrying her bunches of herbs.
"Was it Dan ?" asked Will.
"Yes." "Then he is well, for I saw him ploughing this evening." "That's better than thanks," said the old woman, entering the dark cottage, where Morva was stirring a crock which hung on a chain from the open chimney, the furze and bracken flaming and crackling beneath it and lighting up her beautiful face.

Once in the cottage, Sara sat down on the old oak settle and waited for her supper, her herbs lying in a green heap on the floor beside her.