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“
Aye
,
for
sure
,
dear
lad
,
”
she
answered
and
she
gave
his
shoulder
a
soft
quick
pat
.
“
He
mun
come
home
—
he
mun
come
home
.
”
“
Susan
Sowerby
,
”
said
Ben
Weatherstaff
,
getting
close
to
her
.
“
Look
at
th
’
lad
’
s
legs
,
wilt
tha
’
?
They
was
like
drumsticks
i
’
stockin
’
two
month
’
ago
—
an
’
I
heard
folk
tell
as
they
was
bandy
an
’
knock
-
kneed
both
at
th
’
same
time
.
Look
at
’
em
now
!
”
Susan
Sowerby
laughed
a
comfortable
laugh
.
“
They
’
re
goin
’
to
be
fine
strong
lad
’
s
legs
in
a
bit
,
”
she
said
.
“
Let
him
go
on
playin
’
an
’
workin
’
in
the
garden
an
’
eatin
’
hearty
an
’
drinkin
’
plenty
o
’
good
sweet
milk
an
’
there
’
ll
not
be
a
finer
pair
i
’
Yorkshire
,
thank
God
for
it
.
”
She
put
both
hands
on
Mistress
Mary
’
s
shoulders
and
looked
her
little
face
over
in
a
motherly
fashion
.
“
An
’
thee
,
too
!
”
she
said
.
“
Tha
’
rt
grown
near
as
hearty
as
our
’
Lisabeth
Ellen
.
I
’
ll
warrant
tha
’
rt
like
thy
mother
too
.
Our
Martha
told
me
as
Mrs
.
Medlock
heard
she
was
a
pretty
woman
.
Tha
’
lt
be
like
a
blush
rose
when
tha
’
grows
up
,
my
little
lass
,
bless
thee
.
”
She
did
not
mention
that
when
Martha
came
home
on
her
“
day
out
”
and
described
the
plain
sallow
child
she
had
said
that
she
had
no
confidence
whatever
in
what
Mrs
.
Medlock
had
heard
.
“
It
doesn
’
t
stand
to
reason
that
a
pretty
woman
could
be
th
’
mother
o
’
such
a
fou
’
little
lass
,
”
she
had
added
obstinately
.
Mary
had
not
had
time
to
pay
much
attention
to
her
changing
face
.
She
had
only
known
that
she
looked
“
different
”
and
seemed
to
have
a
great
deal
more
hair
and
that
it
was
growing
very
fast
.
But
remembering
her
pleasure
in
looking
at
the
Mem
Sahib
in
the
past
she
was
glad
to
hear
that
she
might
some
day
look
like
her
.
Susan
Sowerby
went
round
their
garden
with
them
and
was
told
the
whole
story
of
it
and
shown
every
bush
and
tree
which
had
come
alive
.
Colin
walked
on
one
side
of
her
and
Mary
on
the
other
.
Each
of
them
kept
looking
up
at
her
comfortable
rosy
face
,
secretly
curious
about
the
delightful
feeling
she
gave
them
—
a
sort
of
warm
,
supported
feeling
.
It
seemed
as
if
she
understood
them
as
Dickon
understood
his
“
creatures
.
”
She
stooped
over
the
flowers
and
talked
about
them
as
if
they
were
children
.
Soot
followed
her
and
once
or
twice
cawed
at
her
and
flew
upon
her
shoulder
as
if
it
were
Dickon
’
s
.
When
they
told
her
about
the
robin
and
the
first
flight
of
the
young
ones
she
laughed
a
motherly
little
mellow
laugh
in
her
throat
.
