"I was going to Allerby, and my father asked me to give him a note when he stopped at Lawson's." She hesitated, and then resumed impulsively: "Perhaps I oughtn't to have come on; but I wanted to do so." They knew what she meant, but nobody answered, and Grace sat down on a bench by the table.
"Will you give the note to Mr.Hayes?
Has Kit Askew brought the Swinset sheep ?" "He's coming now," said Lucy, picking up the note, and Grace's eyes sparkled.
"I knew he would bring them; I told him he must." Lucy went out and Grace asked Railton about his pains.

While they talked somebody shouted outside, and the old man, getting up with an effort, hobbled to the door.
"Hoad on; dinna close t' pen," a man called.

"Here's Kit and t' lot fra Swinset." Three of four more shouted and Grace, who had followed Railton, thought there was a note of triumph in their cries.

Then dogs began to bark, somebody opened a gate, and a flock of Herdwicks, leaping out with wet fleeces shaking, and hoofs clicking on stone, ran across a shallow pool where the beck had overflowed.
A few minutes afterwards, Kit came in.

He looked tired, his face was rather haggard, and his clothes were wet.