"I want to be alone awhile, Mrs.Coffin." Wearily Keziah set about preparing breakfast.

Not that she expected the meal would be eaten, but it gave her something to do and occupied her mind.

The sun had risen and the light streamed in at the parsonage windows.

The breeze blew fresh and cool from the ocean.

It was a magnificent morning.
She called to him that breakfast was ready, but he did not answer.