Bell went on, stroking her head, 'The Lord is like a tender nurse as weans a child to look on and to like what it lothed once.

He has sent me dreams as has prepared me for this, if so be it comes to pass.
'Philip is hopeful,' said Sylvia, raising her head and looking through her tears at her mother.
'Ay, he is.

And I cannot tell, but I think it's not for nought as the Lord has ta'en away all fear o' death out o' my heart.

I think He means as Daniel and me is to go hand-in-hand through the valley--like as we walked up to our wedding in Crosthwaite Church.

I could never guide th' house without Daniel, and I should be feared he'd take a deal more nor is good for him without me.' 'But me, mother, thou's forgetting me,' moaned out Sylvia.