Nixey spoke again after a few minutes, in a husky and melancholy voice.
"It shan't make no difference, Phebe," he said; "I came to bring you comfort, and I'll not take it away again.

There they all are for you, linen and pigs, and cows and poultry.

I don't mind a straw what mother'ill say.

Only you wipe away those tears and laugh again, my pretty dear.

Look up at Simon and laugh again." "It's very good of you," she answered, looking up into his face with her blue eyes simply and frankly, "and I shall never forget it.