"When you and me are alane in this house there's no room for the both o' us, and as I'll never hae it said that I made Jean Myles's bairn munt, I'll go out mysel'." And out he went, and sat on the dyke till Elspeth came home.

It did not turn Tommy sulky.

He nodded kindly to Aaron from the window in token of forgiveness, and next day he spent a valuable hour in making a cushion for the old man's chair.

"He must be left with the impression that you made it," Tommy explained to Elspeth, "for he would not take it from me." "Oh, Tommy, how good you are!" "I am far from it, Elspeth." "There is a serenity about you nowadays," she said, "that I don't seem to have noticed before," and indeed this was true; it was the serenity that comes to those who, having a mortal wound, can no more be troubled by the pinpricks.
"There has been nothing to cause it, has there ?" Elspeth asked timidly.
"Only the feeling that I have much to be grateful for," he replied.

"I have you, Elspeth." "And I have you," she said, "and I want no more.