he
could see the careful hand holding the pen, the thick fingers
with tufts of black hair on the back of each one.

He had signed, all the teachers had signed. She liked having
all their signatures. She felt she loved them all. They were her
fellow-workers. She carried away from the school a pride she
could never lose. She had her place as comrade and sharer in the
work of the school, her fellow teachers had signed to her, as
one of them. And she was one of all workers, she had put in her
tiny brick to the fabric man was building, she had qualified
herself as co-builder.

Then the day for the home removal came. Ursula rose early, to
pack up the remaining goods. The carts arrived, lent by her
uncle at the Marsh, in the lull between hay and corn harvest.
The goods roped in the cart, Ursula mounted her bicycle and sped
away to Beldover.

The house was hers. She entered its clean-scrubbed silence.
The dining-room had been covered with a thick rush matting, hard
and of the beautiful, luminous, clean colour of sun-dried reeds.
The walls were pale grey, the doors were darker grey. Ursula
admired it very much, as the sun came through the large windows,
streaming in.

She flung open doors and windows to the sunshine. Flowers
were bright and shining round the small lawn, which stood above
the road, looking over the raw field opposite, which would later
be built upon. No one came. So she wandered down the garden at
the back of the wall. The eight bells of the church rang the
hour. She could hear the many sounds of the town about her.

At last, the cart was seen coming round the corner, familiar
furniture piled undignified on top, Tom, her brother, and
Theresa, marching on foot beside the mass, proud of having
walked ten miles or more, from the tram terminus. Ursula poured
out beer, and the men drank thirstily, by the door. A second
cart was coming. Her father appeared on his motor bicycle. There
was the staggering transport of furniture up the steps to the
little lawn, where it was deposited all pell-mell in the
sunshine, very queer and discomforting.

Brangwen was a pleasant man to work with, cheerful and easy.
Ursula loved deciding him where the heavy things should stand.
She watched anxiously the struggle up the steps and through the
doorways. Then the big things were in, the carts set off again.
Ursula and her father worked away carrying in all the light
things that remained upon the lawn, and putting them in place.