s pity
she cannot remember; 'tis pity she cannot tell me about it, for, oh, I
would like to know."

But to-night, at all events, it seemed there was to be no elucidation
of this enigma of life. The night hours dragged on slowly, and still
Sara slept on, until in the pale dawn Morva gently opened the door and
looked out towards the east, where a rosy light was beginning to flush
the clear blue of a cloudless sky. Already the sun was rising over the
grey slopes, the cottage walls caught the rosy tints, and the ribes
tree, which alone was tall enough to catch his beams over the high turf
wall of the court, glowed under his morning kiss. Morva looked round
the fair scene with eyes and heart that took in all its beauty. A cool
sea breeze, brine-laden, swept over the moor, refreshing and
invigorating her, and she turned again to the cottage with renewed
longing for Sara's awakening.

When she entered, she found that the rays of the rising sun shone full
upon the quiet face, on the placid brow, and the closed eyes, imparting
to them a look of unearthly spirituality. Moved by the sight, and by
the events of the night, the girl knelt down, and, leaning her face on
her foster-mother's lap, said her prayers, with the same simple faith
as she had in the days of childhood. The sunlight pouring in through
the little window bathed her in a stream of rosy light, and rested on
her bent head like a blessing. As she rose from her knees a quiver
passed over Sara's eyelids, a smile came on her lips, and opening her
eyes she looked long at Morva before she spoke, as though recalling her
surroundings.

"Mother," said the girl, kissing her cheek, which was beginning to show
again the hue of health. "Mother fach, you've come back to me again."

"Yes," said Sara, "I am come back again, child," and she attempted to
rise, but Morva pushed her gently back.

"Breakfast first, mother fach."

And quickly and deftly she set the little brown teapot on the embers,
and spread her mother's breakfast before her.

"Now, mother, a new-laid egg and some brown bread and butter."

And Sara smilingly complied with the girl's wishes, and partook of the
simple fare.

"Mother, try and remember where you have been. Oh, I want to know so
much."

"I cannot, 'merch i, already it is slipping away from me as usual; but
never mind, it will all come back by and by, and I hope I will be a
wiser and a better woman after my long sleep. It is always so, I