He made an abrupt movement as he recognized her, but his eyes shone with satisfaction.
"I suppose you are going for some peat," she said.
Kit said he was, and added that Peter and two or three neighbors were loading the stone-boats on the moor.
"Then, I wonder whether you could let me have a small quantity when you come down ?" "You can have a load if you want." Grace laughed.

"Two or three basketsful would be enough, and I don't want them for myself.

I went to see Mrs.Waite and found her old father crippled by rheumatism.

The kitchen was cold and damp, but she had a very little fire.

She said her coal was nearly gone and she had got no peat." "Thank you for telling me; I didn't know," said Kit.