a question, that Rollo
went forth yesterday, without saying where he was going; and there were
caves among the rocks she had pointed out, where Rollo might possibly be
fishing.

Lady Carse found it vexatious that darkness was coming on. She had a
purpose; but the sun did not set the later, nor promise to rise the
earlier, on that account. When the widow set before her some oaten
bread and dried fish, she ate, without perceiving that none was left for
her hostess. And when the widow lighted the iron lamp and set it in the
window, the lady made only faint pretences of a wish to sit up and watch
it. She also said nothing of occupying the meaner bed. She was
persuaded that her first duty was to obtain some good rest, preparatory
to going forth to seek Rollo, and induce him to take her on his raft to
some place whence she might escape to the mainland. So she lay down on
the widow's bed, and slept soundly,--her hungry hostess sitting by the
smouldering peats in the rude fireplace,--now and then smiling at the
idea of her guest's late zeal about watching the lamp for her, in order
to give her a good night's rest. When daylight came, she retired to her
son's bed, and had just dropped asleep when Lady Carse roused her to ask
for some breakfast to take with her, as she did not know when she should
be back from her expedition. Again the widow smiled as she said there
was nothing in the house. At this time of the year there were no
stores; and a good appetite at night left nothing for the morning.

"O dear!" said the lady. "Well: I daresay your sitting up made you
hungry enough to finish everything while I was asleep. No doubt it
must. But what to do I know not. I will not go back to Macdonald's, if
I starve for it. Perhaps I may meet some fishermen, or somebody. I
will try.--Good morning. I shall come back: but I will not put you long
out of your ways. I will get a cottage built at the end of yours as
soon as possible." The door closed behind her, and once more the widow
smiled, as she composed herself to rest on her own bed. She had already
returned thanks for the blessings with which the new day had opened; and
especially that to one so lowly as herself was permitted the honour and
privilege--so unlooked for and unthought of--of dispensing hospitality.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

THE ROVING OF THE RESTLESS.

The lady began walking at a great rate, being in a vast hurry to find
Rollo. She descended to the shore,