For hours he talked to her, when she was well.

He became the god-parent of the child.
Occasionally the minister stayed to tea with Mrs.Morel.Then she laid the cloth early, got out her best cups, with a little green rim, and hoped Morel would not come too soon; indeed, if he stayed for a pint, she would not mind this day.

She had always two dinners to cook, because she believed children should have their chief meal at midday, whereas Morel needed his at five o'clock.

So Mr.Heaton would hold the baby, whilst Mrs.Morel beat up a batter-pudding or peeled the potatoes, and he, watching her all the time, would discuss his next sermon.

His ideas were quaint and fantastic.