think, Morva."

"Yes," said the girl, "you are always wiser, and better, and kinder
after your long sleeps, if that is possible, mother fach."

Sara's ordinary cheerful and placid manner had already returned to her,
and in an hour or two she was quite herself again, and moving about her
cottage as if nothing had happened; and when Morva left her for the
morning milking she felt no uneasiness about her.

"She's in the angels' keeping, I know, and God is over all," she
murmured, as she ran over the cliffs to Garthowen.

She said nothing at the farm of the events of the past night, knowing
how reticent Sara was upon the subject herself. Moreover, it was one
of too sacred a character in the eyes of these two lonely women to be
discussed with the outside and unbelieving world.

In the evening, when Morva returned from the farm, a little earlier
than usual, she was full of tender inquiries.

"Are you well, mother fach? I have been uneasy about you."

"Quite well, child, and very happy. 'Twill all be right soon, Morva.
Canst take my word for it? For I cannot explain how I know, but I tell
thee thy trouble will soon be over. How are they at Garthowen
to-night?"

"Oh, well," said the girl; "only 'n'wncwl Ebben is always very sad.
Not even Will's marriage will make him happy. 'Tis breaking his heart
he is for the old close companionship. Will ought to come and see him
oftener. Poor 'n'wncwl Ebben! 'Tis sad to lose his two sons."

"Gethin will come home," said Sara; "and Ebben Owens will be happy
again."

Morva made no answer, but watched the sparks from the crackling furze,
as they flew up the chimney, and thought of the night when she had
stamped them out with her wooden shoe, and had dared the uncertainties
of the future. She was wiser now, and knew that life had its shadows
as well as its glowing sunshine. She had experienced the former, but
the sunshine was returning to her heart to-night in a full tide of joy,
for she had implicit confidence in her foster-mother's keen intuitions.

"Mother, what did you see, what did you hear, in that long trance? I
would like to know so much. Your body was here, but where was your
spirit?"

"I cannot tell, 'merch i. To me it was a dreamless sleep, but now that
I am awake I seem to know a great many things which were dark to me
before. You know it is always so with me when I have had my long
sleeps. They seem to brighten me up, and it appears quite natural to