It isn't like one yet but he gets a tiny bit fatter every day--and suppose some morning it should look like one--what should we do!" "Bless us all, I can see tha' has a good bit o' play actin' to do," said Susan Sowerby.

"But tha' won't have to keep it up much longer.
Mester Craven'll come home." "Do you think he will ?" asked Colin.

"Why ?" Susan Sowerby chuckled softly.
"I suppose it 'ud nigh break thy heart if he found out before tha' told him in tha' own way," she said.

"Tha's laid awake nights plannin' it." "I couldn't bear any one else to tell him," said Colin.

"I think about different ways every day, I think now I just want to run into his room." "That'd be a fine start for him," said Susan Sowerby.