'You know better.'

He turned away sharply as Edward came up. He knew him for the minister
he had met near the Callow. Edward was tying up some daffodils for
Hazel, and did not see Reddin.

Scarlet braces, a fatalist no more, came trotting up.

'What went wrong?' he asked with thinly veiled triumph.

'Everything,' snapped Reddin, and calling Vessons, he went off to the
beer-tent to wait till the dancing began.

'These are for your room, Hazel,' Edward was saying, 'because the time
of the singing of birds is come.'

He was thinking that God was indeed leading him forth by the waters of
comfort.

Hazel said nothing. She was wondering what excuse she could make for
staying.

'Don't frown, little one. There are no more worries for you now.'

'Binna there?'

'No. You are coming to God's Little Mountain. What harm can come there?
Now look up and smile, Hazel.'