Jim's cottage for that strong-will'd supplantin' furriner because Ruby
said 'twas low manners for bride an' groom to go to church from the same
house. So no sooner was the Lewarnes out than he was in, like shufflin'
cards, wi' his marriage garment an' his brush an' comb in a hand-bag.
Tresidder sent down a mattress for en, an' he slept there last night."

"Eh, but that's a trifle for a campaigner."

"Let this be a warnin' to 'ee, my son niver to save no more lives from
drownin'."

"I won't," promised Young Zeb.

"We've found 'ee a great missment," Elias observed to him, after a
pause. "The Psa'ms, these three Sundays, bain't what they was for lack
o' your enlivenin' flute--I can't say they be. An' to hear your very
own name called forth in the banns wi' Ruby's, an' you wi'out part nor
lot therein--"

"Elias, you mean it well, no doubt; but I'd take it kindly if you
sheered off."

"'Twas a wisht Psa'm, too," went on Elias, "las' Sunday mornin'; an' I
cudn' help my thoughts dwellin' 'pon the dismals as I blowed, nor
countin' how that by this time to-morrow--"

But Young Zeb had caught up his cap and rushed from the cottage.

He took, not the highway to Porthlooe, but a footpath that slanted up
the western slope of the coombe, over the brow of the hill, and led in