is lungs with the sweet moorland air. Then he said, with deep
emotion:

"Thank God for this!--Drive on, Webster, please."

I was anxious to see the motherkin, and leaving the squire to the
companionship of Mr. Derwent I hastened to the cottage. It would be
more correct to say that I did my best to hasten, but so many of the
villagers stopped me to offer their greetings and inquire the news that
my progress was considerably retarded.

When I was nearing the cottage I met Farmer Goodenough, whose hearty
hand-grasp I accepted cautiously. After the usual preliminary
questions had been asked and answered his voice became rather grave as
he said:

"Miss 'Olden, I don't want to worry ye, knowing 'at you're an extra
speshul hand at findin' trouble, but I don't altogether like the looks
o' Mrs. Hubbard. She's gone a bit thin an' worn, in a manner o'
speakin'. Ye'll excuse me saying ought, I know, but 'a stitch in time
saves nine,' as t' Owd Book puts it."

I thanked him, and hurried home, feeling very troubled and uneasy, but
when the dear old lady came tripping down to meet me my fears retired
into the background. She was so bright and sweet and altogether
dainty, and she looked so happy and so well, with the pink flush of
pleasure on her cheeks, that I concluded the worthy farmer had for once
deceived himself.

"Yes, love!" she exclaimed, flinging her arms around my neck as I
stooped to kiss her; "but you are so brown, love, and you are really
handsome. Do come in and have some tea."

She hovered about me all the time I was removing my hat and coat,
anxious to render me service, and seizing every opportunity of stroking
my hands and cheeks.

"You foolish old pussy-cat!" I said at length, as I forced her into her
easy-chair and placed the hot toast before her. "Give over petting and
spoiling me, and tell me all about yourself--the truth, the whole
truth, and nothing but the truth."

She evaded all my questions, however, and insisted that I should
describe for her every incident of my journey.

When we had cleared away the things and drawn our chairs up to the fire
I returned to the attack. Perhaps she was a little thin, after all,
and there was a tired look about the eyes that I did not like.

"What have you been doing in my absence?" I asked; "not working
yourself to death in the vain attempt to impart a brighter surface to
everything polishable, eh?"

"No, love, I have taken things very easily, and ha