But ere she reached the cottage door, there came a whistle on the breeze, and, turning round, she saw Will standing at the corner of the Cribserth, just where the rocky rampart edged the hillside.

She turned at once and slowly retraced her footsteps, Will coming to meet her with more speedy progress.

He had changed his clothes, and in his work-a-day fustian looked far better than he had in the black cloth suit which he had worn to church.
"Well, indeed, Morva lass, thou runn'st like the wind; I could never catch thee.

Come and sit down behind these bushes, for I want to talk to thee.

Wert offended at what my father said just now ?" "Offended! no," said the girl.