He considered this.

“Could you get on a farm?” he asked wistfully.

“Greenhalgh’s was a farm.”

He saw the future brighten: she would be a help to him. She agreed to go to her sister, and to get a place of service — until Spring, he said, when they would sail for Canada. He waited for her assent.

“You will come with me, then?” he asked.

“When the time comes,” she said.

Her want of faith made him bow his head: she had reason for it.

“Shall you walk to Crick, or go from Langley Mill to Ambergate? But it’s only ten mile to walk. So we can go together up Hunt’s