She was constantly running backwards and forwards between Garthowen and the cottage.

Nothing went well at the farm without her, and in the cottage there were a score of things which she loved to do for Sara.

There were the fowls to be fed, the eggs to be hunted for, the garden to be weeded, the cottage to be cleaned, Sara's knitting to be set straight, the herbs to be dried and sorted and tied up in bundles under the brown rafters.

Oh, yes! every day brought for Morva its full harvest of lovely scenes, of beautiful sounds, and sweet scents.

Certainly, Will was a little cold and irritable lately, but she was well used to his variable humours, and somehow the home-coming of Gethin had filled the only void there had been in her life, though of that she had scarcely been conscious.