it, and, good
Lord, only remember the last day, and save my life till I dig it up
from off of her chest, for she was never a powerful woman."

And the danger being over, neither Davy nor the skipper took it ill
that the men should make sport of their groanings, for they laughed
with the rest, and together they waked a most reckless uproar.

All this while, though Mrs. Fairbrother had not left her bedroom, the
girls' feet had been jigging about merrily over the white holy-stoned
floor to get some supper spread, and Greeba, having tapped Jason, on
the shoulder, had carried him off quietly to the door of the parlor,
and pushed him in there while she ran to get a light, for the room
was dark. It was also cool, with crocks of milk standing for cream,
and basins of eggs and baskets of new-made cheese. And when she
returned with the candle in one hand, shaded by the luminous fingers
of the other, and its bright light on her comely face, she would have
loaded him with every good thing the house contained--collared head,
and beef, and binjeen and Manx jough, and the back of the day's
pudding. Nothing he would have, however, save one thing, and that
made great sport between them: for it was an egg, and he ate it raw,
shell included, crunching it like an apple. At that sight she made
pretence to shudder. And then she laughed like a bell, saying he was
a wild man indeed, and she had thought so when she first set eyes on
him on the shore, and already she was more than half afraid of him.

Then they laughed again, she very slyly, he very bashfully, and while
her bright eyes shone upon him she told him how like he was, now that
she saw him in the light, to some one else she knew of. He asked her
who that was, and she answered warily, with something between a smile
and a blush, that it was one who had left the island that very night.

By this time the clatter of dishes mingled with the laughter and
merry voices that came from the other side of the hall, and the two
went back to the kitchen.

Asher Fairbrother, who had been dozing like a sheep dog in the ingle,
was then rising to his feet, and saying, "And now for supper; and let
it be country fashion, girls, at this early hour of the morning."

Country fashion indeed it was, with the long oak table scrubbed white
like a butcher's board, and three pyramids of potatoes, boiled in
their jackets, tossed out at its head and foot and middle, three huge
blocks of salt, each with its woo