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In
the
morning
,
when
she
contemplated
the
children
,
they
had
all
a
curiously
elongated
look
;
although
she
had
been
away
little
more
than
a
year
their
growth
was
astounding
;
and
the
necessity
of
applying
herself
heart
and
soul
to
their
needs
took
her
out
of
her
own
cares
.
Her
father
’
s
ill
-
health
was
the
same
indefinite
kind
,
and
he
sat
in
his
chair
as
usual
.
But
the
day
after
her
arrival
he
was
unusually
bright
.
He
had
a
rational
scheme
for
living
,
and
Tess
asked
him
what
it
was
.
“
I
’
m
thinking
of
sending
round
to
all
the
old
antiqueerians
in
this
part
of
England
,
”
he
said
,
“
asking
them
to
subscribe
to
a
fund
to
maintain
me
.
I
’
m
sure
they
’
d
see
it
as
a
romantical
,
artistical
,
and
proper
thing
to
do
.
They
spend
lots
o
’
money
in
keeping
up
old
ruins
,
and
finding
the
bones
o
’
things
,
and
such
like
;
and
living
remains
must
be
more
interesting
to
’
em
still
,
if
they
only
knowed
of
me
.
Would
that
somebody
would
go
round
and
tell
’
em
what
there
is
living
among
’
em
,
and
they
thinking
nothing
of
him
!
If
Pa
’
son
Tringham
,
who
discovered
me
,
had
lived
,
he
’
d
ha
’
done
it
,
I
’
m
sure
.
”
Tess
postponed
her
arguments
on
this
high
project
till
she
had
grappled
with
pressing
matters
in
hand
,
which
seemed
little
improved
by
her
remittances
.
When
indoor
necessities
had
been
eased
she
turned
her
attention
to
external
things
.
It
was
now
the
season
for
planting
and
sowing
;
many
gardens
and
allotments
of
the
villagers
had
already
received
their
spring
tillage
;
but
the
garden
and
the
allotment
of
the
Durbeyfields
were
behindhand
.
She
found
,
to
her
dismay
,
that
this
was
owing
to
their
having
eaten
all
the
seed
potatoes
,
—
that
last
lapse
of
the
improvident
.
At
the
earliest
moment
she
obtained
what
others
she
could
procure
,
and
in
a
few
days
her
father
was
well
enough
to
see
to
the
garden
,
under
Tess
’
s
persuasive
efforts
:
while
she
herself
undertook
the
allotment
-
plot
which
they
rented
in
a
field
a
couple
of
hundred
yards
out
of
the
village
.
She
liked
doing
it
after
the
confinement
of
the
sick
chamber
,
where
she
was
not
now
required
by
reason
of
her
mother
’
s
improvement
.
Violent
motion
relieved
thought
.
The
plot
of
ground
was
in
a
high
,
dry
,
open
enclosure
,
where
there
were
forty
or
fifty
such
pieces
,
and
where
labour
was
at
its
briskest
when
the
hired
labour
of
the
day
had
ended
.
Digging
began
usually
at
six
o
’
clock
,
and
extended
indefinitely
into
the
dusk
or
moonlight
.
Just
now
heaps
of
dead
weeds
and
refuse
were
burning
on
many
of
the
plots
,
the
dry
weather
favouring
their
combustion
.
One
fine
day
Tess
and
‘
Liza
-
Lu
worked
on
here
with
their
neighbours
till
the
last
rays
of
the
sun
smote
flat
upon
the
white
pegs
that
divided
the
plots
.
As
soon
as
twilight
succeeded
to
sunset
the
flare
of
the
couch
-
grass
and
cabbage
-
stalk
fires
began
to
light
up
the
allotments
fitfully
,
their
outlines
appearing
and
disappearing
under
the
dense
smoke
as
wafted
by
the
wind
.
When
a
fire
glowed
,
banks
of
smoke
,
blown
level
along
the
ground
,
would
themselves
become
illuminated
to
an
opaque
lustre
,
screening
the
workpeople
from
one
another
;
and
meaning
of
the
“
pillar
of
a
cloud
”
,
which
was
a
wall
by
day
and
a
light
by
night
,
could
be
understood
.
As
evening
thickened
some
of
the
gardening
men
and
women
gave
over
for
the
night
,
but
the
greater
number
remained
to
get
their
planting
done
,
Tess
being
among
them
,
though
she
sent
her
sister
home
.
It
was
on
one
of
the
couch
-
burning
plots
that
she
laboured
with
her
fork
,
its
four
shining
prongs
resounding
against
the
stones
and
dry
clods
in
little
clicks
.
Sometimes
she
was
completely
involved
in
the
smoke
of
her
fire
;
then
it
would
leave
her
figure
free
,
irradiated
by
the
brassy
glare
from
the
heap
.
She
was
oddly
dressed
tonight
,
and
presented
a
somewhat
staring
aspect
,
her
attire
being
a
gown
bleached
by
many
washings
,
with
a
short
black
jacket
over
it
,
the
effect
of
the
whole
being
that
of
a
wedding
and
funeral
guest
in
one
.
The
women
further
back
wore
white
aprons
,
which
,
with
their
pale
faces
,
were
all
that
could
be
seen
of
them
in
the
gloom
,
except
when
at
moments
they
caught
a
flash
from
the
flames
.
Westward
,
the
wiry
boughs
of
the
bare
thorn
hedge
which
formed
the
boundary
of
the
field
rose
against
the
pale
opalescence
of
the
lower
sky
.
