The little storm blew over, as our domestic storms usually did, leaving a clear, free heaven.

Loving one another, of course we quarrelled sometimes; but we always made it up again, because we loved one another.
"Father, I hear the click of the gate.

There's somebody coming," said Muriel.
The father paused in a great romp with his sons--paused, as he ever did when his little daughter's soft voice was heard.

"'Tis only a poor boy--who can he be ?" "One of the folk that come for milk most likely--but we have none to give away to-day.

What do you want, my lad ?" The lad, who looked miserable and scared, opened his mouth with a stupid "Eh ?" Ursula repeated the question.
"I wants Jacob Baines." "You'll find him with the rest, in front of that hay-rick, over his pipe and ale." The lad was off like a shot.
"He is from Kingswell, I think.