CHAPTER XVI.
LIZZIE AND HONORIA.
His apprenticeship lasted a year and six months, and all this while he lived with the Jolls, walking home every Sunday morning and returning every Sunday night, rain or shine.

He carried his deftness of hand into his new trade, and it was Mendarva who begged and obtained an extension of the time agreed on, "Rather than lose the boy I'll tache en for love." So Taffy stayed on for another six months.

He was now in his seventeenth year--a boy no longer.
One evening, as he blew up his smithy fire, the glow of it fell on the form of a woman standing just outside the window and watching him.

He had no silly fears of ghosts: but the thought of the buried woman flashed across his mind and he dropped his pincers with a clatter.
"'Tis only me," said the woman.

"You needn't to be afeard." And he saw it was the girl Lizzie.
She stepped inside the forge and seated herself on the Dane's anvil.
"I was walking back from prayer-meeting," she said.