And in the garden Will found Sara stooping over her herb bed, and deeply intent upon her task. The sun was setting now, and threw its ruddy beams upon the sunny corner, and upon the aged face and figure of the old woman. "Well, 'machgen i," she said, straightening herself. "What is it?" "Oh, nothing," said Will; "only, roaming about the moor, I came in to see you, and Morva has asked me to have supper with you--you are gathering your herbs?" "Yes, 'tis time to dry them and hang them up under the rafters; if they will save one human being from pain 'twill be a good thing. Last night Mari Lewis came to ask me for something for her boy; I gave it to her, but she never came to tell me whether it had done him any good," and she smiled as she led the way back to the cottage carrying her bunches of herbs. "Was it Dan?" asked Will. "Yes." "Then he is well, for I saw him ploughing this evening." "That's better than thanks," said the old woman, entering the dark cottage, where Morva was stirring a crock which hung on a chain from the open chimney, the furze and bracken flaming and crackling beneath it and lighting up her beautiful face. Once in the cottage, Sara sat down on the old oak settle and waited for her supper, her herbs lying in a green heap on the floor beside her. The square of scarlet flannel, which she always wore pinned on her shoulders, made a bit of bright colour in the gloom, her wrinkled hands were clasped on her lap, and a far-away look came into her wonderful dark eyes. Morva looked up from her work. "Are you seeing anything, mother?" "No, no, child, nothing. Make haste with the supper," said Sara. And when Morva had divided the porridge in the three shining black bowls, they drew round the bare oak table, on which the red of the setting sun made a flickering pattern of the mallow bush growing on the garden hedge. They talked about the farm work, the fishing, the lime burning, the fate of the _Lapwing_, which had sailed in the autumn and had never returned, until, when supper was over, Will rose to go with a stretch and a yawn. "Ann wants me to give the white calf his medicine to-night, mother," said Morva. "Wilt come with me now?" said Will, "for I am going." "Yes, go," said the old woman, "go together."