She pushed the door, and entered a little parlour, where a fire and a lamp made cheery welcome.

By the hearth, in a round-backed wooden chair, sat a grizzle-headed man, whose hard features proclaimed his relation to Eve, otherwise seeming so improbable.

He looked up from the volume open on his knee--a Bible--and said in a rough, kind voice: "I was thinkin' it 'ud be about toime for you.

You look starved, my lass." "Yes; it has turned very cold." "I've got a bit o' supper ready for you.

I don't want none myself; there's food enough for me _here_." He laid his hand on the book.
"D'you call to mind the eighteenth of Ezekiel, lass?
--'But if the wicked will turn from all his sins that he hath committed----'" Eve stood motionless till he had read the verse, then nodded and began to take off her out-of-door garments.