heardit
thinly
veiled
in
the
other
's
stern
utterance
,
saw
it
looking
from
his
hard
blue
eyes
.
After
the
sermon
,
silence
followed
,
broken
by
Vallack
,
who
coughed
once
and
again
,
then
raised
himself
and
braced
his
heart
to
the
tremendous
question
that
demanded
answering
.
"
I
wants
your
awn
feelin
'
like
,
mister
.
I
must
have
it
.
I
caa
n't
sleep
no
more
wi'out
knawin
'
the
best
or
worst
.
You
be
the
justest
man
ever
I
seed
or
heard
tell
on
out
the
Scriptures
.
An
'
I
wants
'
e
to
gimme
your
opinion
like
.
S'pose
you
was
the
Judge
an
'
I
comed
afore
'
e
an
'
the
Books
was
theer
and
you
'd
read
'
em
an
'
had
to
conclude
'
pon
'
em
—
?
"
The
fisherman
reflected
.
Vallack
's
proposition
did
not
strike
him
as
particularly
grotesque
.
He
felt
it
was
a
natural
question
,
and
he
only
regretted
that
it
had
been
put
,
because
,
though
he
had
driven
more
than
one
young
man
to
righteousness
along
the
path
of
terror
,
in
this
present
case
the
truth
came
too
late
save
to
add
another
horror
to
death
.
He
believed
in
all
sincerity
that
as
surely
as
the
young
man
before
him
presently
died
,
so
surely
would
he
be
damned
,
but
he
saw
no
particular
object
in
stating
the
fact
.
Such
intelligence
might
tell
upon
Vallack
's
physical
condition
—
a
thing
of
all
others
to
be
avoided
,
for
Gray
Michael
held
that
the
sufferer
's
only
chance
of
a
happy
eternity
was
increased
and
lengthened
opportunity
in
time
.
"
It
ed'n
for
me
to
sit
in
the
Judgment
Seat
,
Albert
.
'
Vengeance
is
mine
,
sayeth
the
Lard
.
'
You
must
allus
hold
in
mind
that
theer
's
mighty
few
saved
alive
,
best
o
'
times
.
Many
be
called
,
but
few
chosen
.
Men
go
down
to
the
graave
every
second
o
'
the
day
an
'
night
,
but
if
you
could
see
the
sawls
a
streamin
'
away
,
thicker'n
a
cloud
of
starlings
,
you
'd
find
a
mass
,
black
as
a
storm
,
went
down
long
,
an
'
awnly
just
a
summer
cloud
like
o
'
the
blessed
riz
up
.
Hell
's
bigger'n
Heaven
;
an
'
er
's
need
to
be
,
for
Heaven
's
like
to
be
a
lonely
plaace
,
when
all
's
said
.
I
wo
n't
speak
no
more
'
bout
that
subjec
'
.
'
Tis
good
fashion
weather
for
'
e
just
now
,
an
us
'll
hope
as
you
ba
n't
gwaine
to
die
for
many
a
day
.
"
"
Say
it
out
,
mister
,
say
it
out
.
I
knaws
what
you
means
.
You
reckons
if
I
gaws
I
'm
lost
.
"
"
My
poor
sawl
,
justice
is
justice
;
an
'
the
Lard
's
all
for
justice
an
'
no
less
.
Theer
's
no
favorin
'
wi
'
Him
,
Albert
.
"
"
But
might
n't
He
favor
the
whole
bilin
'
of
us
—
good'n
bad
—
cause
He
made
us
?
"
"
Surely
not
.
Wheer
's
the
justice
o
'
that
?
If
He
done
that
,
how
'd
the
godly
get
their
fair
dues
—
eh
?
Be
the
righteous
man
to
share
God
's
Heaven
wi
'
publicans
an
'
sinners
?
That
ed'n
justice
anyhow
.
Do
n't
fret
,
lad
;
tears
wo
n't
mend
bad
years
.
Bide
quiet
an
'
listen
to
me
whiles
I
pray
for
'
e
.
"
The
man
in
the
bed
had
grown
very
white
,
his
eyes
burned
wildly
out
of
a
shrunken
face
,
and
he
gripped
the
sheets
and
shivered
in
pure
physical
terror
.
"
I
caa
n't
die
,
I
caa
n't
die
,
not
yet
,
"
he
groaned
,
"
pray
to
the
Lard
to
keep
me
from
dyin
'
yet
a
while
,
mister
.
Arsk
en
to
give
me
just
a
lil
time
,
'
cause
I
'm
that
sorry
for
my
scarlet
sins
.
"
Thereupon
Michael
knelt
,
clasped
his
hands
so
close
that
the
bent
finger-joints
grew
white
,
raised
his
massive
head
upward
and
prayed
with
his
eyes
closed
.
The
intercession
for
life
ended
,
he
rose
up
,
shook
Vallack
by
the
hand
,
and
so
departed
.
"
Allus
,
when
you
've
got
the
chance
,
bear
the
balm
o
'
Gilead
to
a
sinner
's
couch
,
"
he
said
to
his
daughter
as
they
walked
home
.
"
'
Tis
the
duty
of
man
an
'
maid
to
spread
the
truth
an
'
bring
peace
to
the
troubled
,
an
'
strength
to
the
weak-hearted
,
an
'
rise
up
them
that
fall
.
"
A
week
later
Mr.
Tregenza
heard
how
Albert
Vallack
had
burst
a
blood-vessel
and
died
,
fighting
horribly
with
awful
invisible
terrors
.
"
Another
sawl
gone
down
into
the
Pit
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
reckon
fewer
an
'
fewer
be
chosen
every
year
as
the
world
do
grow
older
an
'
riper
for
the
last
fires
.
"
CHAPTER
SIX
FAIRY
STORIES
Joan
found
her
sketch
waiting
for
her
the
next
day
when
she
reached
Gorse
Point
about
eleven
o'clock
;
and
she
also
discovered
John
Barron
with
a
large
canvas
before
him
.
He
had
constructed
his
picture
and
already
made
many
drawings
for
it
.
Now
he
knew
exactly
what
he
wanted
,
and
he
designed
to
paint
Joan
standing
looking
out
at
a
distant
sea
which
would
be
far
behind
the
spectator
of
the
picture
.
When
she
arrived
,
on
a
fine
morning
and
mild
,
Barron
rose
from
his
camp-stool
,
lifted
up
a
little
canvas
which
stood
framed
at
his
side
and
presented
it
to
her
.
The
sketch
in
oils
of
the
"
Anna
"
was
cleverer
than
Joan
could
possibly
know
,
but
she
took
no
small
delight
in
it
and
in
the
setting
of
rough
deal
brightly
gilded
.
"
Sure
'
tis
truly
good
of
'
e
,
sir
!
"
"
You
are
more
than
welcome
.
Only
let
me
say
one
word
,
Joan
.
Keep
your
picture
hidden
away
until
Joe
comes
back
from
sea
and
marries
you
.
From
what
you
tell
me
,
your
father
might
not
like
you
to
have
this
trifle
,
and
I
should
be
very
sorry
to
annoy
him
.
"
"
I
waddun
'
gwaine
to
show
en
,
"
she
confessed
.
"
I
shall
store
the
picksher
away
as
you
sez
.
"
"
You
are
wise
.
Now
look
here
,
does
n't
this
promise
to
be
a
big
affair
?
The
gorse
will
be
nearly
as
large
as
life
,
and
I
've
been
wondering
ever
so
long
what
I
shall
put
in
the
middle
;
and
whatever
do
you
think
I
've
thought
of
?
"
"
I
dunnaw
.
That
white
pony
us
saw
,
p'raps
?
"
"
No
;
something
much
prettier
.
How
would
it
do
,
d'you
think
,
if
you
stood
here
in
front
of
the
gorse
,
just
to
fill
up
the
middle
piece
of
the
picture
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
no
!
My
faither
—
"
"
You
misunderstand
,
Joan
.
I
do
n't
want
a
picture
of
you
,
you
know
;
I
'm
going
to
paint
the
gorse
.
But
if
you
just
stood
here
,
you
'd
make
a
sort
of
contrast
with
your
brown
frock
.
Not
a
portrait
at
all
,
only
just
a
figure
to
help
the
color
.
Besides
,
you
must
n't
think
I
'm
an
artist
,
I
should
n't
go
selling
the
picture
or
hanging
it
up
for
everybody
to
stare
at
it
.
I
'm
certain
your
father
would
n't
mind
,
and
I
'll
tell
him
all
about
it
afterward
,
if
you
like
.
"
She
hesitated
and
reflected
with
trouble
in
her
eyes
,
while
Barron
quietly
took
the
picture
he
had
brought
her
and
wrapped
it
up
in
a
piece
of
paper
.
His
object
was
to
remind
her
without
appearing
to
do
so
of
her
obligation
to
him
,
and
Joan
was
clever
enough
to
take
the
hint
,
though
not
clever
enough
to
see
that
it
was
an
intentional
one
.
"
Would
it
be
a
long
job
,
sir
?
"
she
asked
at
length
.
"
Yes
,
it
would
;
because
I
'm
a
slow
painter
and
rather
stupid
.
But
I
should
think
it
very
,
very
kind
of
you
.
I
'm
not
strong
,
you
know
,
and
I
daresay
this
is
the
last
picture
I
shall
ever
paint
.
"
"
You
ed'n
strong
,
sir
?
"
"
Not
at
all
.
"
She
was
silent
,
and
a
great
sympathy
rose
in
her
girl
's
heart
,
for
frail
health
always
made
her
sad
.
"
You
do
n't
judge
'
tis
wrong
then
for
a
maiden
to
be
painted
in
a
picksher
?
"
"
Certainly
not
,
Joan
.
I
should
never
suggest
such
a
thing
to
you
if
I
thought
it
was
in
the
least
wrong
.
I
know
it
is
n't
wrong
.
"
"
I
seed
you
issterday
,
"
she
said
,
changing
the
subject
suddenly
,
"
but
you
dedn
see
me
,
did
'
e
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
did
,
and
your
father
.
He
is
a
grand-looking
man
.
By
the
way
,
Joan
,
I
think
I
never
told
you
my
name
.
I
'm
called
John
;
that
's
short
and
simple
,
is
n't
it
?
"
"
Mister
Jan
,
"
she
said
.
"
No
,
not
'
mister
'
—
just
'
Jan
,
'
"
he
answered
,
adopting
her
pronunciation
.
"
I
do
n't
call
you
'
Miss
'
Joan
.
"
She
looked
at
once
uncomfortable
and
pleased
.
"
We
must
be
friends
,
"
the
man
continued
calmly
,
"
now
you
have
promised
to
let
me
put
you
here
among
the
gorse
bushes
.
"
"
Sure
,
I
dunnaw
'
bout
the
picksher
,
Mister
Jan.
"
"
Well
,
you
would
be
doing
me
a
great
service
.
I
want
to
paint
you
very
much
and
I
think
you
will
be
kind
.
"
He
looked
into
her
eyes
with
a
steady
,
inquiring
glance
,
and
Joan
experienced
a
new
emotion
.
Joe
had
never
looked
like
that
;
nor
yet
her
father
.
She
felt
a
will
stronger
than
her
own
was
busy
with
her
inclinations
.
Volition
remained
free
,
and
yet
she
doubted
whether
under
any
circumstances
could
she
refuse
his
petition
.
As
it
happened
,
however
,
she
already
liked
the
man
.
He
was
so
respectful
and
polite
.
Moreover
,
she
felt
sad
to
hear
that
he
suffered
in
health
.
He
would
not
ask
her
to
do
wrong
and
she
felt
certain
that
she
might
trust
him
.
A
trembling
wish
and
a
longing
to
comply
with
his
request
already
mastered
her
mind
.
"
You
'm
sure
—
gospel
truth
—
theer
ed'n
no
harm
in
it
?
"
"
Trust
me
.
"
In
five
minutes
he
had
posed
her
as
he
wished
and
was
drawing
,
while
every
word
he
spoke
put
Joan
more
at
her
ease
.
The
spice
of
adventure
and
secrecy
fired
her
and
she
felt
the
spirit
of
romance
in
her
blood
,
though
she
knew
no
name
for
it
.
Here
was
a
secret
delight
knocking
at
the
gray
threshold
of
every-day
life
—
an
adventure
which
might
last
for
many
days
.
Barron
,
to
touch
the
woman
in
her
if
he
could
,
harped
upon
her
gown
and
the
color
of
it
,
on
her
shoes
and
sun-bonnet
—
on
everything
but
herself
.
Presently
he
reaped
his
reward
.
"
Ba
n't
you
gwaine
to
paint
my
faace
as
well
,
Mister
Jan.
"
"
Yes
,
if
I
can
.
But
your
eyes
are
blue
,
and
blue
eyes
are
hard
to
paint
well
.
Yours
are
so
very
blue
,
Joan
.
Did
n't
Joe
ever
tell
you
that
?
"
"
No
—
that
's
all
fulishness
.
"
"
Nothing
that
's
true
is
foolish
.
Now
I
'm
going
to
make
some
little
sketches
of
you
,
so
as
to
get
each
fold
and
shadow
in
your
dress
right
.
"
Barron
drew
rapidly
,
and
Joan
—
ever
ready
to
talk
to
a
willing
listener
when
her
confidence
was
won
—
prattled
on
,
turning
the
conversation
as
usual
to
the
matters
she
loved
.
Upon
her
favorite
subjects
she
dared
not
open
her
mouth
at
home
,
and
even
her
lover
refused
to
listen
to
the
legends
of
the
land
,
but
they
were
part
of
the
girl
's
life
notwithstanding
,
drawn
into
her
blood
from
her
mother
,
a
thousand
times
more
real
and
precious
than
even
the
promised
heaven
of
Luke
Gospeldom
,
not
to
be
wholly
smothered
at
any
time
.
Occasionally
,
indeed
,
uneasy
fears
that
discussion
of
such
concerns
was
absolutely
sinful
kept
her
dumb
for
a
week
,
then
the
religious
wave
swept
on
,
and
Cornish
folk-lore
,
with
its
splendor
and
romance
,
again
filled
her
heart
and
bubbled
from
her
lips
.
Her
little
stories
pleased
Barron
mightily
.
Excitement
heightened
Joan
's
beauty
.
Her
absolute
innocence
at
the
age
of
seventeen
struck
him
as
remarkable
.
It
seemed
curious
that
a
child
born
in
a
cottage
,
where
realities
and
facts
are
apt
to
roughly
front
boy
and
girl
alike
,
should
know
so
little
.
She
was
a
beautiful
,
primitive
creature
,
with
strange
store
of
fairy
fable
in
her
mind
;
a
treasury
which
brought
color
and
joy
into
life
.
So
she
prattled
,
and
the
man
painted
.
Pure
artistic
interest
filled
Barron
's
brain
at
this
season
;
not
a
shadow
of
passion
made
his
pencil
shaky
or
his
eye
dim
;
he
began
to
learn
the
girl
with
as
little
emotion
as
he
had
learned
the
gorse
.
He
asked
her
to
unfasten
the
top
button
of
her
dress
that
he
might
see
the
lines
of
her
plump
throat
,
and
she
complied
without
hesitation
or
ceasing
from
her
chatter
.
He
noted
where
the
tan
on
her
neck
faded
to
white
under
her
dress
,
and
occupied
himself
with
all
the
artistic
problems
she
unconsciously
spread
before
him
;
while
she
merely
talked
,
garnered
in
his
questions
and
comments
on
all
she
said
,
and
found
delight
in
the
apparent
interest
and
entertainment
her
conversation
afforded
him
.
"
I
seed
a
maggotty-pie
[
Footnote
:
Maggotty-pie
—
Magpie
.
]
comin
'
along
this
marnin
'
,
"
she
said
.
"
Wan
's
bad
an
'
a
sign
o
'
sorrer
;
but
if
you
spits
twice
over
your
left
shoulder
it
doa
n't
matter
so
much
.
But
I
be
better
off
than
many
maidens
,
'
cause
I
be
saint-protected
like
.
"
"
That
's
interesting
,
Joan
.
"
"
Faither
'd
be
mad
if
I
let
on
'
bout
it
to
him
,
so
I
does
n't
.
He
doa
n't
b'lieve
much
in
dead
saints
,
though
Carnwall
's
full
of
'
em
.
Have
'
e
heard
tell
'
bout
Saint
Madern
?
"
"
Ah
,
the
saint
of
the
well
?
"
"
Iss
,
an
'
the
brook
as
runs
by
the
Madern
chapel
.
"
"
I
sketched
the
little
ruin
of
the
baptistery
some
time
ago
.
"
"
'
Twas
tho't
a
deal
of
wance
,
an
'
the
holy
water
theer
was
reckoned
better
for
childern
than
any
doctor
's
traade
as
ever
was
.
My
mother
weer
a
Madern
cheel
;
an
'
'
er
ordained
I
should
be
as
well
,
an
'
when
faither
was
to
sea
,
as
fell
out
just
'
pon
the
right
day
,
mother
took
me
up
theer
.
That
was
my
awn
mother
as
is
dead
.
More
folks
b'lieved
in
the
spring
then
than
what
do
now
,
'
cause
that
was
sebenteen
year
agone
.
An
'
from
bein
'
a
puny
cheel
I
grawed
a
bonny
wan
arter
dipping
.
But
some
liked
the
crick-stone
better
for
lil
baabies
than
even
the
Madern
brook
.
"
"
Mên-an-tol
that
stone
is
called
?
"
"
So
'
tis
,
awnly
us
knaws
it
as
the
crick-stone
.
Theer
's
a
big
hole
in
en
,
an
'
if
a
cheel
was
passed
through
nine
times
runnin
'
,
gwaine
'
gainst
the
way
of
the
sun
every
time
,
it
made
en
as
strong
as
a
lion
.
An
'
'
tis
good
for
grawn
people
tu
,
awnly
folks
is
afeared
to
try
now
'
cause
t'others
laugh
at
en
.
But
I
reckon
the
Madern
brook
's
holy
water
still
.
An
'
theer
's
wonnerful
things
said
'
bout
the
crick-stones
an
'
long
stones
tu
.
A
many
of
'
em
stands
round
'
bout
these
paarts
.
"
"
D'you
know
Mên
Scryfa
—
the
stone
with
the
writing
on
it
?
That
's
a
famous
long
stone
,
up
beyond
Lanyon
Farmhouse
.
"
"
I
've
seed
en
,
'
pon
the
heath
.
'
Tis
butivul
an
'
solemn
an
'
still
,
all
aloan
out
theer
in
a
croft
to
itself
.
I
trapsed
up-long
wan
day
an
'
got
beside
of
en
an
'
ate
a
pasty
wi
'
Joe
.
But
Joe
chid
me
,
an
'
said
'
tweer
a
heathenish
thing
sticked
theer
by
the
Phoenicians
,
as
comed
for
tin
in
Solomon
's
times
.
"
"
Do
n't
you
believe
that
,
Joan
.
Mên
Scryfa
marks
the
memory
of
a
good
Briton
—
one
who
knew
King
Arthur
,
very
likely
.
I
love
the
old
stones
too
.
You
are
right
to
love
them
.
They
are
landmarks
in
time
,
books
from
which
we
may
read
something
of
a
far
,
fascinating
past
.
"
"
Iss
,
but
I
ded'n
tell
'
e
all
'
bout
the
Madern
waters
.
The
best
day
for
'
em
be
the
fust
Sunday
in
May
;
an
'
come
that
,
the
mothers
did
use
to
gaw
up
to
the
chapel
—
dozens
of
'
em
—
wi
'
poor
lil
baabies
.
They
dipped
'
em
naked
in
the
brook
,
an
'
'
twas
just
a
miracle
for
rashes
and
braggety
legs
and
sich
like
.
An
'
,
arterward
,
the
mothers
made
offerin
's
to
the
saint
.
'
Twas
awnly
the
thot
like
,
but
folks
reckoned
the
saint
'
ud
take
the
will
for
the
act
,
'
cause
poor
people
couldn
'
give
a
saint
nothin
'
worth
namin
'
.
"
Barren
had
heard
of
the
votive
offerings
left
by
the
faithful
in
past
days
at
St.
Madron
's
shrine
,
but
felt
somewhat
surprised
to
find
the
practice
dated
back
to
a
time
so
recent
as
Joan
's
infancy
.
He
let
her
talk
on
,
for
the
subject
was
evidently
dear
to
the
girl
.
"
And
what
did
the
mothers
give
the
saint
?
"
"
Why
,
rags
mostly
.
Just
a
rag
tored
off
a
petticoat
,
or
some
sich
thing
.
They
hanged
'
em
up
around
about
on
the
thorn
bushes
to
shaw
as
they
'd
a
done
more
for
the
good
saint
if
they
'd
had
the
power
.
An
'
theer
's
another
marvelous
thing
as
washin
'
in
thicky
waters
done
:
it
kep
'
the
fairies
off
—
the
bad
fairies
,
I
mean
.
'
Cause
theer
'm
gude
an
'
bad
piskeys
,
same
as
gude
an
'
bad
men
folks
.
"
"
You
believe
in
fairies
,
Joan
?
"
She
looked
at
him
shyly
,
but
he
had
apparently
asked
for
information
and
was
not
in
the
least
amused
.
"
I
dunnaw
.
P'raps
.
Iss
,
I
do
,
then
!
Many
wiser'n
me
do
b'lieve
in
'
em
.
You
arsk
the
tinners
—
them
as
works
deep
.
They
knaws
;
they
've
'
eard
the
knackers
an
'
gathorns
many
a
time
,
an
'
some
's
seen
'
em
.
But
the
mine
fairies
be
mostly
wicked
lil
humpetty-backed
twoads
as
'll
do
harm
if
they
can
;
an
'
the
buccas
is
onkind
to
fishermen
most
times
;
an
'
'
tis
said
they
used
to
bide
in
the
shape
of
a
cat
by
day
.
But
theer
be
land
fairies
as
is
mighty
good-hearted
if
a
body
behaves
seemly
.
"
"
I
believe
in
the
fairies
too
,
"
said
Barren
gravely
,
"
but
I
've
never
seen
one
.
"
"
Do
'
e
now
,
Mister
Jan
!
Then
I
'm
sure
theer
is
sich
things
.
I
ne'er
seed
wan
neither
;
but
I
'd
love
to
.
Some
maids
has
vanished
away
an
'
dwelt
'
mong
'
em
for
many
days
an
'
then
comed
home
.
Theer
's
Robin
o
'
the
Carn
as
had
a
maiden
to
work
for
en
.
You
may
have
heard
the
tale
?
"
"
No
,
never
.
"
"
'
Tis
a
fine
tale
;
an
'
the
gal
had
a
braave
time
'
mongst
the
lil
people
till
she
disobeyed
'
em
an
'
found
herself
back
'
mongst
men
folk
agin
.
But
in
coorse
some
of
them
—
the
piskeys
,
I
mean
—
works
for
men
folk
themselves
.
My
gran'mother
Chirgwin
,
when
she
was
very
auld
,
seed
'
em
a
threshin
'
corn
in
a
barn
up
Drift
.
They
was
tiny
fellers
wi
'
beards
an
'
red
faaces
,
an
'
they
handled
the
flails
cruel
clever
.
Then
,
arter
a
bit
,
they
done
the
threshin
'
an
'
was
kickin
'
the
short
straw
out
the
grain
,
which
riz
a
gert
dust
;
an
'
the
piskeys
all
beginned
sneezin
'
.
An
'
my
gran'mother
,
as
was
peepin
'
through
the
door
unbeknown
to
'
em
,
forgot
you
must
never
speak
to
a
piskey
,
an
'
sez
,
'
God
bless
'
e
,
hi
men
!
'
'
cause
that
's
what
us
allus
sez
if
a
body
sneezes
.
Then
they
all
took
fright
an
'
vanished
away
in
the
twinkle
of
a
eye
.
Which
must
be
true
,
'
cause
my
awn
gran'mother
tawld
it
.
But
they
ded'n
leave
the
farm
,
though
nobody
seed
'
em
again
,
for
arter
that
'
tis
said
as
the
cows
gived
a
wonnerful
shower
o
'
milk
,
better'n
ever
was
knawn
before
.
An
'
I
'
sure
'
e
I
'd
dearly
like
to
be
maiden
to
good
piskeys
if
they
'd
let
me
work
for
'
em
.
"
"
Ah
,
I
'm
certain
you
would
suit
them
well
,
Joan
;
and
they
would
be
lucky
to
get
you
,
I
think
;
but
I
hope
they
wo
n't
go
and
carry
you
off
until
I
've
done
with
you
,
at
any
rate
.
"
She
laughed
,
and
he
bid
her
put
down
her
hand
from
her
eyes
and
rest
.
He
had
brought
some
oranges
for
her
,
but
judged
the
friendship
had
gone
far
enough
,
and
first
decided
not
to
produce
them
.
Half
an
hour
later
,
however
,
when
the
sitting
was
ended
,
he
changed
his
mind
.
"
Can
you
come
to-morrow
,
Joan
?
I
am
entirely
in
your
hands
,
remember
,
and
must
consider
your
convenience
always
.
In
fact
,
I
am
your
servant
and
shall
wait
your
pleasure
at
all
times
.
"
Joan
felt
proud
and
rather
important
.
"
I
'll
come
at
'
leben
o'clock
to-morrow
,
but
I
doubt
I
caa
n't
be
here
next
day
,
Mister
Jan.
"
"
Thank
you
very
much
.
To-morrow
at
eleven
will
do
splendidly
.
By
the
way
,
I
have
an
orange
here
—
two
,
in
fact
.
I
thought
we
might
be
thirsty
.
Will
you
take
one
to
eat
going
home
?
"
He
held
out
the
fruit
and
she
took
it
.
"
My
!
What
a
butivul
orange
!
"
"
Good-by
until
to-morrow
,
Joan
;
and
thank
you
for
your
great
kindness
to
a
very
friendless
man
.
You
'll
never
be
sorry
for
it
,
I
'm
sure
.
"
He
bowed
gravely
and
took
off
his
cap
,
then
turned
to
his
easel
;
and
she
blushed
with
a
lively
pleasure
.
She
had
seen
gentlemen
take
off
their
hats
to
ladies
,
but
no
man
had
ever
paid
her
that
respect
until
then
,
and
it
seemed
good
to
her
.
She
marched
off
with
her
picture
and
her
orange
,
but
did
not
eat
the
fruit
until
out
of
sight
of
Gorse
Point
.
The
man
painting
there
already
began
to
fill
a
space
in
Joan
's
thoughts
.
He
knew
so
much
and
yet
was
glad
to
learn
from
her
.
He
never
laughed
or
talked
lightly
.
He
put
her
in
mind
of
her
father
for
that
reason
,
but
then
his
heart
was
soft
,
and
he
loved
Nature
and
beautiful
things
,
and
believed
in
fairies
and
spoke
no
ill
of
anybody
.
Joan
speculated
as
to
how
these
meetings
could
be
kept
a
secret
and
came
to
the
conclusion
it
would
not
be
difficult
to
hide
them
.
Then
,
reaching
home
,
she
hid
her
picture
behind
the
pig-sty
until
opportunity
offered
for
taking
it
indoors
to
her
own
bedroom
unobserved
.
As
for
John
Barren
,
he
felt
kindly
enough
toward
his
model
.
He
could
hold
himself
with
an
iron
hand
when
he
pleased
,
and
proposed
that
the
growing
friendship
should
ripen
into
a
fine
work
of
art
and
no
more
.
But
what
might
go
to
the
making
of
the
picture
could
not
be
foretold
.
He
would
certainly
allow
nothing
to
check
inspiration
or
stand
between
him
and
the
very
best
he
had
power
to
achieve
.
No
sacrifice
could
be
too
great
for
Art
,
and
Barron
,
who
was
now
awake
and
alive
for
an
achievement
,
would
,
according
to
his
rule
,
count
nothing
hard
,
nothing
impossible
that
might
add
a
grain
of
value
to
the
work
.
His
own
skill
and
Joan
's
beauty
were
brought
in
contact
and
he
meant
to
do
everything
a
man
might
do
to
make
the
result
immortal
.
But
the
human
instruments
necessary
to
such
work
counted
for
nothing
,
and
their
personal
prosperity
and
welfare
would
weigh
no
more
with
him
than
the
future
of
the
brushes
which
he
might
use
,
after
he
had
done
with
them
.
CHAPTER
SEVEN
UNCLE
CHIRGWIN
Joan
's
first
announcement
upon
the
following
morning
was
a
regret
that
the
sitting
must
be
short
.
"
We
'm
mighty
busy
,
come
wan
thing
an
'
another
,
"
she
said
.
"
Mother
's
gwaine
to
Penzance
wi
'
my
brother
to
buy
his
seafarin
'
kit
;
and
Uncle
Chirgwin
,
as
keeps
a
farm
up
Drift
,
be
comin
'
to
dinner
,
which
he
ai
n't
done
this
long
time
;
an
'
faither
may
by
chance
be
home
tu
,
so
like
as
not
,
for
the
first
bwoats
be
tackin
'
back
from
the
islands
a'ready
.
"
"
You
shall
stop
just
as
short
a
time
as
you
choose
,
Joan
.
It
was
very
good
of
you
to
come
at
all
under
these
circumstances
,
"
declared
the
artist
.
"
Us
be
fine
an
'
busy
when
uncle
comes
down-long
,
an
'
partickler
this
time
,
'
cause
theer
've
bin
a
differ'nce
of
'
pinion
'
bout
—
'
bout
a
matter
betwixt
him
and
faither
,
but
now
he
's
wrote
through
the
post
to
say
as
he
'm
comin
'
,
so
'
tis
all
right
,
I
s'pose
,
an
'
us
'll
have
to
give
en
a
good
dinner
anyways
.
"
"
Of
course
you
must
,
"
admitted
Barren
,
working
steadily
the
while
.
"
He
'm
a
dear
sawl
,
an
'
I
likes
en
better'n
anybody
in
the
world
,
I
think
,
'
cept
faither
.
But
he
's
easier
to
please
than
faither
,
an
'
so
humble
as
a
beggar-man
.
An
'
I
wants
to
make
some
cakes
for
en
against
tea-time
,
'
cause
when
he
comes
,
he
bides
till
candle-lighting
or
later
.
"
Presently
the
artist
bid
her
rest
for
a
short
while
,
and
her
thoughts
reverted
to
him
and
the
picture
.
"
I
hope
as
you
'm
feelin
'
strong
an
'
no
worser
,
Mister
Jan
,
"
she
said
timidly
.
He
was
puzzled
for
a
moment
,
then
recollected
that
he
had
mentioned
his
health
to
her
.
"
Thank
you
very
much
for
asking
,
Joan
.
It
was
good
and
thoughtful
.
I
am
no
worse
—
rather
better
if
anything
,
now
I
come
to
think
about
it
.
Your
Cornish
air
is
kind
to
me
,
and
when
the
sun
shines
I
am
happy
.
"
"
How
be
the
picksher
farin
'
?
"
"
I
get
on
well
,
I
think
.
"
"
'
Tis
cruel
clever
of
'
e
,
Mister
Jan.
An
'
you
'll
paint
me
wi
'
the
fuzz
all
around
?
"
"
That
is
what
I
hope
to
do
;
a
harmony
in
brown
and
gold
.
"
"
You
'll
get
my
likeness
tu
,
I
s'pose
,
same
as
the
photograph
man
done
it
last
winter
to
Penzance
?
Me
an
'
Joe
was
took
side
by
side
,
an
'
folks
reckoned
'
twas
the
moral
of
us
,
specially
when
the
gen'leman
painted
Joe
's
hair
black
an
'
mine
yeller
for
another
shillin
'
cost
.
"
"
It
must
have
been
very
excellent
.
"
"
Iss
,
'
twas
for
sartain
.
"
"
What
did
Mr.
Tregenza
say
of
it
?
"
"
Well
,
faither
,
he
'm
contrary
to
sich
things
,
as
I
tawld
'
e
,
Mister
Jan.
Faither
said
Joe
'd
better
by
a
deal
keep
his
money
in
his
purse
;
but
he
let
me
have
the
picksher
,
an
'
'
tis
nailed
up
in
a
lil
frame
,
what
Joe
made
,
at
home
in
the
parlor
.
"
She
stopped
a
moment
and
sighed
,
then
spoke
again
.
"
Faither
's
a
wonnerful
God-fearin
'
man
,
sure
'
nough
.
"
"
Is
he
a
God-loving
man
too
,
Joan
?
"
"
I
dunnaw
.
That
ed'n
'
sackly
the
same
,
I
s'pose
?
"
"
As
different
as
fear
and
love
.
I
'm
not
an
atom
frightened
of
God
myself
—
no
more
than
I
am
of
you
.
"
"
Lard
!
Mister
Jan.
"
"
Why
should
I
be
?
You
are
not
frightened
of
the
air
you
breathe
—
yet
that
is
part
of
God
;
you
are
not
frightened
of
the
gold
gorse
or
the
blue
sky
—
yet
they
are
part
of
God
too
.
God
made
you
—
you
are
part
of
God
—
a
deliberate
manifestation
of
Him
.
What
's
the
use
of
being
frightened
?
You
and
I
can
only
know
God
by
the
shapes
He
takes
—
by
the
bluebells
and
the
ferns
and
the
larks
in
the
sky
,
and
the
rabbits
and
wild
things
.
"
His
effort
to
inspire
the
girl
with
Nature-worship
,
though
crudely
cast
in
a
fashion
most
likely
to
attract
her
,
yet
failed
just
then
,
and
failed
ludicrously
.
Her
mind
comprehended
barely
enough
to
accept
his
idea
in
a
sense
suggested
by
her
acquaintance
with
fable
,
and
when
he
instanced
a
rabbit
as
an
earthly
manifestation
of
the
Everlasting
,
she
felt
she
could
cap
the
example
from
her
own
store
of
knowledge
.
"
I
reckon
I
sees
what
you
'm
meanin
'
,
Mister
Jan.
Theer
's
things
us
calls
witch-hares
in
these
paarts
up-long
.
The
higher-quarter
people
have
seed
'
em
'
fore
now
;
nothin
'
but
siller
bullets
will
kill
'
em
.
They
goes
loppettin
'
about
down
lawnly
lanes
on
moonlight
nights
,
an
'
they
draws
folks
arter
'
em
.
But
if
you
could
kill
wan
of
'
em
'
tis
said
as
they
'd
turn
into
witches
theer
an
'
then
.
So
you
means
that
God
A'-mighty
'
takes
shaapes
sometimes
same
as
they
witches
do
,
doa
n't
'
e
?
"
"
Not
quite
that
,
Joan
.
What
I
want
you
to
know
is
that
the
great
Being
you
call
God
is
nearer
to
you
here
,
on
Gorse
Point
,
than
in
the
Luke
Gospelers
'
meeting-house
,
and
He
takes
greater
delight
in
a
bird
's
song
than
in
all
your
father
's
prayers
and
sermons
put
together
.
That
is
because
the
great
Being
taught
the
bird
to
sing
Himself
,
but
He
never
taught
your
father
to
pray
.
"
"
I
dunnaw
'
sackly
what
you
means
,
Mister
Jan
,
but
I
judges
you
ba
n't
so
religious
like
as
what
faither
is
.
"
"
Religion
came
from
God
to
man
,
Joan
,
because
man
wanted
it
and
could
n't
get
on
comfortably
without
it
;
but
theology
—
if
you
know
what
that
means
—
man
invented
for
himself
.
Religion
is
the
light
;
theology
is
the
candlestick
.
Never
quarrel
with
any
man
's
candlestick
as
long
as
you
can
see
his
light
burning
bravely
.
Mr.
Tregenza
thinks
all
men
are
mistaken
but
the
Luke
Gospelers
—
so
you
told
me
.
But
if
that
is
the
case
,
what
becomes
of
all
your
good
Cornish
saints
?
They
were
not
Luke
Gospelers
—
at
least
I
do
n't
think
they
were
.
"
Joan
frowned
over
this
tremendous
problem
,
then
dismissed
it
for
the
pleasanter
and
simpler
theme
John
Barron
's
last
remark
suggested
.
"
Them
saints
was
righteous
men
anyhow
,
an
'
they
worked
miracles
tu
,
so
it
ba
n't
no
gude
sayin
'
they
was
n't
godly
in
their
ways
,
the
whole
boilin
'
of
'
em
.
Theer
's
St.
Piran
,
St.
Michael
,
St.
Austell
,
St.
Blazey
,
St.
Buryan
,
St.
Ives
,
St.
Sennen
,
St.
Levan
,
an
'
a
many
more
,
I
could
call
home
if
I
was
to
think
.
Did
'
e
ever
hear
tell
'
bout
St.
Neot
,
Mister
Jan
?
"
"
'
No
,
Joan
;
I
'm
afraid
I
do
n't
know
much
about
him
.
"
"
Not
'
bout
they
feesh
?
"
"
Tell
me
,
while
you
rest
a
minute
or
two
.
"
"
'
Tis
a
holy
story
,
an
'
true
as
any
Bible
tale
,
I
should
guess
.
St.
Neot
had
a
well
,
an
'
wan
day
he
seed
three
feesh
a
swimmin
'
in
it
an
'
he
was
'
mazed
to
knaw
how
they
comed
theer
.
So
a
angel
flew
down
an
'
tawld
en
that
they
was
put
theer
for
his
eatin
'
,
but
he
must
never
draw
out
more'n
wan
at
a
time
.
Then
he
'd
all
us
find
three
when
he
comed
again
.
An
'
so
he
did
;
but
wance
he
failed
sick
an
'
his
servant
had
to
look
arter
his
vittles
meantime
.
He
was
a
man
by
the
name
of
Barius
,
an
'
he
judged
as
maybe
a
change
of
eatin
'
might
do
the
saint
good
.
So
he
goes
an
'
takes
two
o
'
them
feesh
'
stead
o
'
wan
as
the
angel
said
.
An
'
he
b'iled
wan
feesh
,
an
'
fried
t'other
,
an
'
took
'
em
to
St.
Neot
;
an
'
when
he
seed
what
his
man
been
'
bout
,
he
was
flustered
,
I
tell
'
e
.
Then
the
saint
up
and
done
a
marvelous
straange
thing
,
for
he
flinged
them
feesh
back
in
the
well
,
just
as
they
was
,
and
began
praayin
'
to
the
Lard
to
forgive
his
man
.
An
'
the
feesh
comed
alive
ag'in
and
swimmed
around
,
though
Barius
had
cleaned
'
em
,
I
s'pose
,
an
'
took
the
guts
out
of
'
em
an
'
everything
.
Then
the
chap
just
catched
wan
feesh
proper
,
an
'
St.
Neot
ate
en
,
an
'
grawed
well
by
sundown
.
So
he
was
a
saint
anyways
.
"
"
You
ca
n't
have
a
miracle
without
a
saint
,
of
course
,
Joan
?
"
"
Or
else
the
Lard
.
But
I
'll
hold
in
mind
what
you
sez
'
bout
Him
bein
'
hid
in
flowers
an
'
birds
an
'
sich
like
,
'
cause
that
's
a
butivul
thing
to
knaw
.
"
"
And
in
the
stars
and
the
sun
and
the
moon
,
Joan
;
and
in
the
winds
and
clouds
.
See
how
I
've
got
on
to-day
.
I
do
n't
think
I
ever
did
so
much
work
in
an
hour
before
.
"
She
looked
and
blushed
to
note
her
brown
frock
and
shoes
.
"
You
've
done
a
deal
more
to
them
fuzzes
than
what
you
have
to
me
,
seemin'ly
,
"
she
said
.
"
That
's
because
the
gorse
is
always
here
and
you
are
not
.
I
work
at
the
gorse
morning
after
morning
,
when
the
sun
is
up
,
until
my
fingers
ache
.
You
'll
see
great
changes
in
the
picture
of
yourself
soon
though
.
"
But
she
was
not
satisfied
,
of
course
misunderstanding
the
unfinished
work
.
"
You
must
n't
say
anything
yet
,
you
know
,
Joan
,
"
added
the
artist
,
seeing
her
pouting
lips
.
"
But
—
but
you
've
drawed
me
as
flat
as
a
cheeld
,
an
'
I
be
round
as
a
wummon
,
ba
n't
I
?
"
she
said
,
holding
out
her
hands
that
he
might
see
her
slight
figure
.
Her
blue
eyes
were
clouded
,
for
she
deemed
that
he
had
put
an
insult
upon
her
budding
womanhood
.
Barren
showed
no
sign
of
his
enjoyment
,
but
explained
as
clearly
as
possible
that
she
was
looking
at
a
thing
wholly
unfinished
,
indeed
scarce
begun
.
"
You
might
as
well
grumble
with
me
for
not
painting
your
fingers
or
your
face
,
Joan
.
I
told
you
I
was
a
slow
artist
;
only
be
patient
;
I
'm
going
to
do
all
fitting
honor
to
every
scrap
of
you
,
if
only
you
will
let
me
.
"
"
Warmer
words
had
come
to
his
lips
,
but
he
did
not
suffer
them
to
pass
.
Then
the
girl
's
beautiful
face
broke
into
a
smile
again
.
"
I
be
nigher
eighteen
than
sebenteen
,
you
knaw
,
Mister
Jan.
But
,
coorse
,
I
had
n't
no
bizness
to
talk
like
that
to
'
e
,
'
cause
what
do
I
knaw
'
bout
sich
things
?
"
"
You
sha
n't
see
the
picture
again
till
it
is
finished
,
Joan
.
It
was
my
fault
for
showing
it
to
you
like
that
,
and
you
had
every
right
to
protest
.
Now
you
must
go
,
for
it
's
long
past
twelve
o'clock
.
"
"
I
'm
afeared
I
caa
n't
come
to-morrer
.
"
"
As
you
please
.
I
shall
be
here
every
day
,
ready
and
only
too
glad
to
see
you
.
"
"
An
'
—
an
'
you
ba
n't
cross
wi
'
me
for
speakin
'
so
rude
,
Mister
Jan
?
"
"
Cross
,
Joan
?
No
,
I
'm
never
cross
with
anybody
but
myself
.
I
could
n't
be
cross
with
my
kind
little
friend
if
I
tried
to
be
.
"
He
shook
hands
;
it
was
the
first
occasion
that
he
had
done
so
,
and
she
blushed
.
His
hand
was
cold
and
thin
,
and
she
heard
one
of
the
bones
in
it
give
a
little
crack
as
he
held
her
palm
within
his
own
for
the
briefest
space
of
time
.
Then
,
as
usual
,
the
moment
after
he
had
said
"
good-by
,
"
he
appeared
to
become
absolutely
unconscious
of
her
presence
,
and
returned
to
his
picture
.
Joan
's
mind
dwelt
much
upon
the
artist
after
she
had
departed
,
and
every
train
of
reflection
came
back
to
the
last
words
Barron
spoke
that
morning
.
He
had
called
her
his
kind
little
friend
.
It
was
very
wonderful
,
Joan
thought
,
and
a
statement
not
to
be
explained
at
all
.
Her
stepmother
's
voice
cut
these
pleasant
memories
sharply
,
and
she
returned
home
to
find
that
Uncle
Chirgwin
had
already
arrived
—
a
fact
his
old
gray
horse
,
tethered
in
the
orchard
,
and
his
two-wheeled
market
cart
,
drawn
up
in
the
side-lane
,
testified
to
before
Mrs.
Tregenza
announced
it
.
"
Out
again
,
of
coorse
,
just
because
you
knawed
I
was
to
be
drove
off
my
blessed
legs
to-day
.
I
'll
tell
your
faither
of
'
e
,
so
I
will
.
Gals
like
you
did
ought
to
be
chained
'
longside
theer
work
till
'
tis
done
.
"
Uncle
Chirgwin
sat
by
the
fireside
with
a
placid
if
bored
expression
on
his
round
face
.
His
hands
were
folded
on
his
stomach
;
his
short
legs
were
stuck
out
before
him
;
his
head
was
quite
bald
,
his
color
high
,
his
gray
eyes
weak
,
though
they
had
some
laughter
hidden
in
them
.
His
double
chin
was
shaved
,
but
a
very
white
bristle
of
stubbly
whisker
surrounded
it
and
ascended
to
where
all
that
remained
of
his
hair
stuck
,
like
two
patches
of
cotton
wool
,
above
his
ears
.
The
old
man
wore
a
suit
of
gray
tweed
and
blinked
benignly
through
a
pair
of
spectacles
.
He
had
already
heard
enough
of
Mrs.
Tregenza
's
troubles
to
last
some
time
,
and
turned
with
pleasure
to
Joan
as
she
entered
.
So
hearty
indeed
was
the
greeting
and
a
kiss
which
accompanied
it
that
his
niece
felt
the
displeasure
which
her
uncle
had
recorded
by
post
upon
the
occasion
of
her
engagement
to
Mary
Chirgwin
's
former
sweetheart
existed
no
more
.
"
My
ivers
!
a
braave
,
bowerly
maid
you
'm
grawin
'
,
sure
'
nough
!
Joan
'll
be
a
wummon
'
fore
us
can
look
round
,
mother
.
"
"
Iss
—
an
'
a
fine
an
'
lazy
wummon
tu
.
I
wish
you
could
make
her
work
like
what
Mary
does
up
Drift
.
"
"
Well
,
I
dunnaw
.
You
see
there
's
all
sorts
of
girls
,
same
as
plants
an
'
'
osses
an
'
cetera
.
Some
's
for
work
,
some
's
for
shaw
.
You
'
specks
a
flower
to
be
purty
,
but
you
doa
n't
blame
a
'
tater
plant
'
cause
'
e
ed'n
particular
butivul
.
Same
wi
'
'
osses
,
an
'
wi
'
gals
.
Joan
's
like
that
chinee
plate
'
pon
the
bracket
,
wi
'
the
pickshers
o
'
Saltash
Burdge
'
pon
en
,
an
'
gold
writin
'
under
;
an
'
Mary
's
like
that
pie-dish
,
what
you
put
in
the
ubben
a
while
back
.
Wan
's
for
shaw
,
t'other
's
for
use
—
eh
?
"
"
Gwan
!
you
'm
jokin
'
,
Uncle
Thomas
!
"
said
Joan
.
"
An
'
a
poor
joke
tu
,
so
'
tis
.
You
'd
turn
any
gal
's
'
ead
wi
'
your
stuff
,
Chirgwin
.
Wheer
's
the
gude
of
a
fuzz-pole
o
'
yeller
hair
an
'
a
pair
o
'
blue
eyes
stuck
'
pon
top
of
a
idle
,
good-for-nothin
'
body
?
Maidens
caa
n't
live
by
looks
in
these
paarts
,
an
'
they
'll
find
theerselves
in
trouble
mighty
quick
if
they
tries
to
.
"
Uncle
Chirgwin
instantly
admitted
that
Mrs.
Tregenza
had
the
better
of
the
argument
.
He
was
a
simple
man
with
a
soft
heart
and
no
brains
worth
naming
.
Most
people
laughed
at
him
and
loved
him
.
As
sure
as
he
went
to
Penzance
on
market-day
,
he
was
cordially
greeted
and
made
much
of
,
and
robbed
.
People
suspected
that
his
shrewd
,
black-eyed
niece
stood
between
him
and
absolute
misfortune
.
She
never
let
him
go
to
market
without
her
if
she
could
help
it
;
for
,
on
those
infrequent
occasions
when
he
jogged
to
town
with
his
gray
horse
and
cart
alone
,
he
always
went
with
a
great
trust
of
the
world
in
his
heart
and
endeavored
to
conduct
the
sale
of
farm
produce
in
the
spirit
of
Christianity
,
which
was
magnificent
but
not
business
.
Mr.
Chirgwin
's
simple
theories
had
kept
him
a
poor
man
;
yet
the
discovery
,
often
repeated
,
that
his
knowledge
of
human
nature
was
bad
,
never
imbittered
him
,
and
he
mildly
persisted
in
his
pernicious
system
of
trusting
everybody
until
he
found
he
could
not
;
unlike
his
neighbors
who
trusted
nobody
until
they
found
that
they
could
.
The
farmer
had
blazed
with
indignation
when
Joe
Noy
flung
over
Mary
Chirgwin
because
she
would
not
become
a
Luke
Gospeler
.
But
the
matter
was
now
blown
over
,
for
the
jilted
girl
,
though
the
secret
bitterness
of
her
sorrow
still
bred
much
gall
in
her
bosom
,
never
paraded
it
or
showed
a
shadow
of
it
in
her
dark
face
.
Uncle
Thomas
greatly
admired
Mary
and
even
feared
her
;
but
he
loved
Joan
,
for
she
was
like
her
dead
mother
outwardly
and
like
himself
in
character
:
a
right
Chirgwin
,
loving
sunshine
and
happiness
,
herself
sunshiny
and
happy
.
"
'
Pears
I
've
comed
the
wrong
day
,
Joan
,
"
he
said
presently
,
when
Mrs.
Tregenza
's
back
was
turned
,
"
but
now
I
be
here
,
you
must
do
with
me
as
you
can
.
"
"
Mother
's
gwaine
to
town
wi
'
Tom
bimebye
;
then
me
an
'
you
'll
have
a
talk
,
uncle
,
wi'out
nothin
'
to
let
us
.
You
'm
lookin
'
braave
,
me
auld
dear
.
"
He
liked
a
compliment
,
and
anticipated
pleasure
from
a
quiet
afternoon
with
his
niece
.
She
bustled
about
,
as
usual
,
to
make
up
for
lost
time
;
and
presently
,
when
the
cloth
was
laid
,
walked
to
the
cottage
door
to
see
if
her
father
's
lugger
was
at
its
moorings
or
in
sight
.
Meantime
Mrs.
Tregenza
,
having
brought
forth
dinner
from
the
oven
,
called
at
the
back
door
to
her
son
in
a
voice
harsh
and
shrill
beyond
customary
measure
,
as
became
her
exceptional
tribulations
.
"
Come
in
,
will
'
e
,
an
'
ait
your
food
,
bwoy
.
Theer
ed'n
no
call
to
kick
out
they
boots
agin
'
the
pig
's
'
ouse
because
I
be
gwaine
to
buy
new
wans
for
'
e
presently
.
"
Fired
by
a
word
which
she
had
heard
from
John
Barron
,
that
flowers
became
the
house
as
well
as
the
garden
,
Joan
plucked
an
early
sprig
of
pink
ribe
and
the
first
buds
of
wall-flower
before
returning
to
the
kitchen
.
These
she
put
in
a
jug
of
water
and
planted
boldly
upon
the
dinner-table
as
Mrs.
Tregenza
brought
out
a
pie
.
"
Butivul
,
sure
'
nough
,
"
said
Mr.
Chirgwin
,
drawing
in
his
chair
.
His
eye
was
on
the
pie-dish
,
but
Joan
thought
he
referred
to
her
bouquet
.
"
Lard
!
what
'll
'
e
do
next
?
Take
they
things
off
the
table
to
wance
,
Joan
.
"
"
But
Uncle
Thomas
sez
they
'm
butivul
,
"
she
pleaded
.
"
They
be
pleasant
,
"
admitted
Mr.
Chirgwin
,
"
but
bloody-warriors
[
Footnote
:
Bloody-warrior
—
Wall-flower
.
]
be
out
o
'
plaace
'
pon
the
dinner-table
.
I
was
'
ludin
'
to
this
here
.
You
do
brown
a
'
tater
to
rights
,
mother
.
"
Mrs.
Tregenza
's
shepherd
's
pies
had
a
reputation
,
and
anybody
eating
of
one
without
favorable
comment
was
judged
to
have
made
a
hole
in
his
manners
.
Now
she
helped
the
steaming
delicacy
and
sighed
as
she
sat
down
before
her
own
ample
share
.
"
Lard
knaws
how
I
done
it
to-day
.
'
Tis
just
a
enstance
how
some
things
comes
nachrul
to
some
people
.
You
wants
a
light
hand
wi
'
herbs
an
'
to
knaw
your
ubben
.
Get
the
brandy
,
Joan
.
Uncle
allus
likes
the
edge
off
drinkin
'
water
.
"
The
Tregenzas
were
teetotalers
,
but
a
bottle
of
brandy
for
medicinal
purposes
occupied
the
corner
of
a
certain
cupboard
.
"
You
puts
it
right
,
mother
.
'
Tis
just
the
sharpness
I
takes
off
.
I
ca
n't
drink
no
beer
nowadays
,
though
fond
o
'
it
,
'
cause
'
tis
belly-vengeance
stuff
arter
you
gets
past
a
certain
time
o
'
life
.
But
I
'd
as
soon
have
tea
.
"
"
That
's
bad
to
drink
'
long
wi
'
vlaish
,
"
said
Mrs.
Tregenza
.
"
Tea
turns
mayte
leather-hard
an
'
plagues
the
stomach
cruel
,
as
I
knaws
to
my
cost
.
"
They
ate
in
silence
a
while
,
then
,
having
expressed
and
twice
repeated
a
wish
that
Mary
could
be
taught
to
make
shepherd
's
pies
after
the
rare
fashion
of
his
hostess
,
Mr.
Chirgwin
turned
to
Tom
.
"
So
you
'm
off
for
a
sailor
bwoy
,
my
lad
?
"
"
Iss
,
uncle
,
an
'
mother
gwaine
to
spend
fi
'
puns
o
'
money
on
my
kit
.
"
"
By
Golles
!
be
she
now
?
I
lay
you
'll
be
smart
an
'
vitty
!
"
"
That
he
will
!
"
said
Joan
,
but
Mrs.
Tregenza
shook
her
head
.
"
I
did
sadly
want
en
to
be
a
landsman
an
'
'
prenticed
to
some
good
body
in
bizness
.
It
's
runnin
'
'
gainst
dreams
as
I
had
'
fore
the
bwoy
was
born
,
an
'
the
voice
I
heard
speakin
'
by
night
arter
I
were
churched
by
the
Luke
Gosp'lers
.
But
you
knaw
Michael
.
What
's
dreams
to
him
,
nor
yet
voices
?
"
"
The
worst
paart
'
bout
'
em
,
if
I
may
say
it
,
is
that
they
'm
so
uncommon
well
acquainted
like
wi
'
theer
awn
virtues
.
I
mean
the
Gosp'lers
an
'
all
chapel-members
likewise
.
It
blunts
my
pleasure
in
a
good
man
to
find
he
knaws
how
good
he
is
.
Same
as
wan
doa
n't
like
to
see
a
purty
gal
tossin
'
her
head
tu
high
.
"
"
You
caa
n't
say
no
sich
thing
o
'
Michael
,
I
'm
sure
,
"
remonstrated
Mrs.
Tregenza
instantly
;
"
he
'm
that
modest
wi
'
his
righteousness
as
can
be
.
I
've
knawn
en
say
open
in
prayer
,
'
fore
the
whole
chapel
,
as
he
's
no
better'n
a
crawlin
'
worm
.
An
'
if
he
's
a
worm
,
what
's
common
folks
like
you
an
'
me
?
Awnly
Michael
doa
n't
seem
to
take
'
count
in
voices
an
'
dreams
,
but
I
knaws
they
'm
sent
a
purpose
an
'
not
for
nort
.
"
Mr.
Chirgwin
admitted
his
own
ridiculous
religious
insignificance
as
contrasted
with
Gray
Michael
.
Indeed
the
comparison
,
so
little
in
his
favor
,
amused
him
extremely
.
He
sipped
his
brandy
and
water
and
enjoyed
a
treacle-pudding
which
followed
the
pie
.
Then
,
when
Joan
was
clearing
up
and
Mrs.
Tregenza
had
departed
to
prepare
for
her
visit
to
Penzance
,
Uncle
Thomas
began
to
puff
out
his
cheeks
,
and
blow
,
and
frown
,
and
look
uneasily
to
the
right
and
left
—
actions
invariably
performed
when
he
contemplated
certain
monetary
achievements
of
which
he
was
only
too
fond
.
The
sight
of
Mary
's
eyes
upon
him
had
often
killed
such
indiscretions
in
the
bud
,
but
she
was
not
present
just
then
,
so
,
with
further
furtive
glances
,
he
brought
out
his
purse
,
opened
it
,
and
found
a
half-sovereign
which
reposed
alone
in
the
splendor
of
a
separate
compartment
.
Uncle
Chirgwin
then
beckoned
to
Tom
,
who
had
gone
into
the
garden
till
his
mother
should
be
ready
to
start
.
"
Good
speed
to
'
e
,
bwoy
,
"
he
said
,
"
an
'
may
the
Lard
watch
over
'
e
by
land
an
'
sea
.
Take
you
this
lil
piece
o
'
money
to
buy
what
you
've
a
mind
to
;
an
'
knaw
you
've
got
a
auld
man
's
blessin
'
'
long
wi
'
it
.
"
"
Mother
,
"
said
Tom
,
a
minute
later
,
"
uncle
have
gived
me
a
bit
o
'
gawld
!
"
She
took
the
coin
from
him
and
her
eyes
rested
on
it
lovingly
while
the
outlines
of
her
face
grew
softer
and
she
moistened
her
lips
.
"
First
gawld
's
ever
I
had
,
"
commented
Tom
.
"
You
'm
'
mazin
'
generous
wi
'
your
moneys
,
uncle
,
an
'
I
thank
'
e
hearty
for
the
bwoy
.
Mighty
good
of
'
e
—
so
much
money
to
wance
,
"
said
Thomasin
,
showing
more
gratification
than
she
knew
.
"
I
wants
en
to
be
thrifty
,
"
answered
the
old
man
,
very
wisely
.
"
You
knaws
how
hard
it
is
to
teach
young
people
the
worth
o
'
money
.
"
"
Ay
,
an
'
some
auld
wans
!
Blest
if
I
doa
n't
think
you
'd
give
your
head
away
if
'
e
could
.
But
I
'll
take
this
here
half-suvrin
'
for
Tom
.
'
Tis
a
nest-egg
as
he
shall
add
to
as
he
may
.
"
Tom
did
not
foresee
this
arrangement
,
and
had
something
to
say
as
he
tramped
off
with
his
mother
to
town
;
but
though
he
could
do
more
with
her
and
get
more
out
of
her
than
anybody
else
in
the
world
,
money
was
a
subject
concerning
which
Mrs.
Tregenza
always
had
her
way
.
She
understood
it
and
loved
it
and
allowed
no
interference
from
anybody
,
Michael
alone
excepted
.
But
he
cared
not
much
for
money
and
was
well
content
to
let
his
wife
hold
the
purse
;
yet
when
he
did
occasionally
demand
an
account
,
it
was
always
forthcoming
to
the
uttermost
farthing
,
and
he
fully
believed
what
other
people
told
him
that
Thomasin
could
make
a
sixpenny-piece
go
further
than
any
other
woman
in
Newlyn
.
Mother
and
son
presently
departed
;
while
Mr.
Chirgwin
took
off
his
coat
,
lighted
his
pipe
,
and
walked
with
Joan
round
about
the
orchard
.
He
foretold
great
things
for
the
plums
,
now
in
full
flower
;
he
poked
the
pigs
with
his
stick
and
spoke
encouragingly
of
their
future
also
.
Then
he
discussed
Joan
's
prospects
and
gladdened
her
heart
by
telling
her
the
past
must
be
let
alone
and
need
never
be
reverted
to
again
.
"
Mary
's
gettin
'
over
it
tu
,
"
he
said
,
"
least-ways
I
think
she
is
.
Her
knaws
wheer
to
look
for
comfort
,
bless
her
.
Us
must
all
keep
friendly
for
life
's
not
long
enough
to
do
'
nough
good
in
,
I
allus
says
,
let
alone
the
doin
'
o
'
bad
.
"
Then
he
discussed
Joe
Noy
,
and
Joan
was
startled
to
find
,
when
she
came
to
think
seriously
upon
the
subject
,
that
though
but
a
week
and
three
days
had
passed
since
she
bid
her
lover
"
good-by
,
"
yet
the
picture
of
him
in
her
mind
already
grew
a
trifle
dim
,
and
the
prospect
of
his
absence
for
a
year
held
not
the
least
sorrow
in
it
for
her
.
Presently
,
after
looking
to
his
horse
,
Uncle
Thomas
hinted
at
forty
winks
,
if
the
same
would
be
quite
convenient
,
and
Joan
,
settling
him
with
some
approach
to
comfort
upon
a
little
horsehair
sofa
in
the
parlor
,
turned
her
attention
to
the
making
of
saffron
cakes
for
tea
.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
THE
MAKING
OF
PROGRESS
John
Barron
held
strong
theories
about
the
importance
of
the
mental
condition
when
work
was
in
hand
.
Once
fairly
engaged
upon
a
picture
,
he
painted
very
fast
,
labored
without
cessation
,
and
separated
himself
as
far
as
might
be
from
every
outside
influence
.
No
new
interests
were
suffered
to
intrude
upon
his
mind
;
no
distractions
of
any
sort
,
intellectual
or
otherwise
,
were
permitted
to
occupy
even
those
leisure
intervals
which
of
necessity
lay
between
the
periods
of
his
work
.
On
the
present
occasion
he
merely
fed
and
slept
and
dwelt
solitary
,
shunning
society
of
every
sort
and
spending
as
little
time
in
Newlyn
as
possible
.
Fortunately
for
his
achievement
the
weather
continued
wonderfully
fine
and
each
successive
day
brought
like
conditions
of
sunshine
and
color
,
light
and
air
.
This
circumstance
enabled
him
to
proceed
rapidly
,
and
another
fact
also
contributed
to
progress
;
the
temperature
kept
high
and
the
cow-byre
,
wherein
Barren
stored
his
implements
and
growing
picture
,
proved
so
well-built
and
so
snug
withal
that
on
more
