However, the arrival of the Herdwicks would make a difference, and he did not altogether give up hope.

By and by he tried to get up, and sitting down again with a groan, beckoned his wife.
"Martha, you might gan to door." Mrs.Railton, knowing what he meant, went to the porch.

It was lighter outside and the hillside was growing distinct.

She thought something moved on the path beside the beck, and turned to her daughter, who had followed.
"What's yon by the water, Lucy ?" Lucy was silent for a few moments and then said quietly, "I think it's sheep!" She watched the path.

The mist made a puzzling background and her eyes were getting dazzled; but there was something.