but it did him good to hear it again.

"She said that, did she?" he found vague comfort in saying. "She said
that?"

"Yes, she did, Father. It was the very day before she died."

"Well, she never said anything she hadn't thought out," he said in
slow retrospection. "And she had a good head of her own. Eh, she was a
wonderful woman, she was, for sticking to things. That was th'
Lancashire in her. Lancashire folks knows their own minds."

"Mother knew hers," said Ann. "And she always said you knew yours.
Come and sit in your own chair, Father, and have your paper."

She had tided him past the worst currents without letting him slip
into them.

"I like folks that knows their own minds," he said as he sat down and
took his paper from her. "You know yours, Ann; and there's that
Tembarom chap. He knows his. I've been noticing that chap." There was
a certain pleasure in using a tone of amiable patronage. "He's got a
way with him that's worth money to him in business, if he only knew
it."

"I don't think he knows he's got a way," Little Ann said. "His way is
just him."

"He just gets over people with it, like he got over me. I was ready to
knock his head off first time he spoke to me. I was ready to knock