WAITING FOR THE DOCTOR Jess had gone early to rest, and the door of her bed in the kitchen was pulled to.

From her window I saw Hendry buying dulse.
Now and again the dulseman wheeled his slimy boxes to the top of the brae, and sat there stolidly on the shafts of his barrow.

Many passed him by, but occasionally some one came to rest by his side.

Unless the customer was loquacious, there was no bandying of words, and Hendry merely unbuttoned his east-trouser pocket, giving his body the angle at which the pocket could be most easily filled by the dulseman.

He then deposited his half-penny, and moved on.