only gone on another voyage, and so will certainly be back here before
long. Well, you see he _must_ come, because he wouldn't like to see
his old father breaking his heart--not he! We know him too well. And
then there's his best clothes in the box upstairs! And there's the
corn growing so fast, he will surely be here for the harvest."

She knew herself it was all nonsense, realising it sometimes with a
sudden sad wistfulness; but she quickly returned to her argument again.

"Look at me now, 'n'wncwl Ebben!--Morva Lloyd, whom you saved from the
waves! Would I tell you anything that was not true? Of course, I
wouldn't indeed! indeed! and I'm sure he'll come soon. You may take my
word for it they will both come back very soon. I feel it in my heart,
and mother says so too."

"Does she?" said the old man, with a little show of interest. "Does
Sara say so?"

"Yes," said Morva; "she says she is sure of it."

"Perhaps indeed! I hope she is right, whatever!" And he would lay his
hands on Morva's and Tudor's heads, both of whom leant upon his knees
and looked lovingly into his face.



[1] "Blessed be!"