He wished with a passionate and bitter regret that he had not been so many weeks without coming near these two people; and now 'Lias was going fast, and after to-day he would see them both no more--for ever?
Margaret heard him moving, and nodded back to him over her shoulder.
'Yo've slept well, Davy,--better nor I thowt yo would.

Your cloos are by yo--atwixt yo an t'stairs.' And there he found them, dry and brushed.

He dressed hastily and came forward to the fire.

'Lias recognised him feebly, Margaret watching anxiously to see whether his fancies would take him again.
In this tension of death and parting his visions had become almost more than she could bear.

But 'Lias lay quiet.
'Davy wor caught i' th' rain, and I gave him a bed,' she explained again, and the old man nodded without a word.
Then as she prepared him a bowl of oatmeal she stood by the fire giving the boy motherly advice.