The next morning and thenceforward Elspeth seemed to make a point of cheerfulness.

It passed with her aunt and the helpers in the house.
Jarvis Barrow appeared to take no especial note if women laughed or sighed, so long as they lived irreproachably.
The leaves bronzed, the autumn rains came, the leaves fell, the trees stood bare, the winds began to blow, there fell the first snowflakes.
Gilian, walking home from the town, was overtaken on the moor by Robin Greenlaw.
"Where is Elspeth ?" "We are making our winter dresses.

She would not leave her sewing." The cousins walked upon the moor path together.

Gilian was fairer and more strongly made than Elspeth.

They walked in silence; then said Robin: "You're the old Gilian, but I'm sure I miss the old Elspeth!" "I think, myself, she's gone visiting! I rack and rack my brains to find what grief could have come to Elspeth.