‘That’s my prayer day and night,’ said she to herself.
But there was no unusual aspect of gladness on her face, as she lighted the candle to give them a more cheerful welcome.
‘Wheere’s feyther?’ said Sylvia, looking round the room for Daniel.
‘He’s been to Kirk Moorside Church, for t’ see a bit o’ th’ world, as he ca’s it. And sin’ then he’s gone out to th’ cattle; for Kester’s ta’en his turn of playing hissel’, now that father’s better.’
‘I’ve been talking to Sylvia,’ said Philip, his head still full of his pleasant plan, his hand still tingling from the touch of hers, ‘about turning schoolmaster, and coming up here two nights a week for t’ teach her a bit o’ writing and ciphering.’
‘And geography,’ put in Sylvia; ‘for,’ thought she, ‘if I’m to learn them things I don’t care a pin a
