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"Hoo home"

"What for? What ails thee?"

"I want my mother"

"Thy o home"

There would be tears in a moment

"Can ter find t'road, then?"

And he watched her scudding, silent and intent, along the

hedge-bottoone through the gateway Then he saw her two fields off, still

pressing forward, sh up the stubble

The year drew on, in the hedges the berries shone red and

twinkling above bare twigs, robins were seen, great droves of

birds dashed like spray fro down to earth, the ground was cold as he pulled the

turnips, the roads were churned deep in mud Then the turnips

were pitted and as slack

Inside the house it was dark, and quiet The child flitted

uneasily round, and now and again caas heavy and unresponsive, tired, lapsed back

Brangent on working out of doors

At evening, when he came in to milk, the child would run

behind him Then, in the cosy cow-sheds, with the doors shut and

the air looking war horns of the cows, she would stand watching his