"It is, especially such a language as this crabbed but glorious Deutsch. I wonder when St. John will come home."

     "Surely he will not be long now: it is just ten (looking at a little gold watch she drew from her girdle). It rains fast, Hannah: will you have the goodness to look at the fire in the parlour?"

     The woman rose: she opened a door, through which I dimly saw a passage: soon I heard her stir a fire in an inner room; she presently came back.

     "Ah, childer!" said she, "it fair troubles me to go into yond' room now: it looks so lonesome wi' the chair empty and set back in a corner."

     She wiped her eyes with her apron: the two girls, grave before, looked sad now.

     "But he is in a better place," continued Hannah: "we shouldn't wish him here again. And then, nobody need to have a quieter death nor he had."

     "You say he never mentioned us?" inquired one of the ladies.