I have a deal to say to the parson.

Have the tax-cart ready in half an hour; for there will be no betterness in the weather until the moon--God bless her!--is full round; and things are past waiting for now." In twenty minutes Ducie was ready.

The large cloak and hood of the Daleswoman wrapped her close.

She was almost indistinguishable in its folds.

The rector met her with a little irritation.