Well, ye may do as ye like wi' me: there's a clean cap i' that drawer, an' I'll go i' the back kitchen an' wash my face.

An' Seth, thee may'st reach down Adam's new Bible wi' th' picters in, an' she shall read us a chapter.

Eh, I like them words--'I shall go to him, but he wonna come back to me.'" Dinah and Seth were both inwardly offering thanks for the greater quietness of spirit that had come over Lisbeth.

This was what Dinah had been trying to bring about, through all her still sympathy and absence from exhortation.

From her girlhood upwards she had had experience among the sick and the mourning, among minds hardened and shrivelled through poverty and ignorance, and had gained the subtlest perception of the mode in which they could best be touched and softened into willingness to receive words of spiritual consolation or warning.