’It be done,’ she said, with an air of triumph. ’It be paid and all; I paid with my arms, by work; and the farmer sed I worked better than two able-bodied men, he did. And Farmer Facey’s wife, her were a good un; her larned me to knit. It came about so. When as first I went there, I were that shy of going under the hellens, I thought I’d smother; so I sed I’d lie in the linney, and I did lie there a night or two. It were comfortable in the straw. But at last I seed the woman knitting stockings, and I sed I wished her’d larn me that; and her said her would if I’d come inside of the evenings—it were late in the fall, and the nights were long. Well, I were that set on larning that I did; I went in. I sed to you as I’d knit your stockings, and I’ve a done so. See, there they be. That Jim White were a worrit. If he’d a let me alone I’d have larned a deal faster; but I larned at last, I did. It wern’t so bad and spifflicating after all in the house by the great fire. The smoke didn’t fill the room; her went right on end up the chimney. Maister! when I were larning to knit stockings. I were that set up I thought I wern’t like a savage no more as I used to be, but were dacent like other folk, and I found like that I could abide and breathe under hellens. Miss Cicely would hev taught me to knit, but I couldn’t wait. I had to go to Coombow and work out the waggon and Jim White. I worked mun all out, and the farmer sed I were better to he than two labouring men. When I comed away at last, Mistress Facey her gived me thicky stockings, her’d a knit mun herself, and thicky shoes, they be brave and beautiful. Her gived them to me, and would take nothing for ’em. I didn’t reckon much of ’em at fust, but I sees now I couldn’t have walked here with bare feet in the snow. So they be good for more than to look to.’ ’Why have you come here?’ ’I’ve brought you the stockings I’ve knitted. I sed I would, and I’ve done it. You never came nigh to West Wyke for a long time, and Miss Cicely were lost to know what had become of you, and the old Squire be took worse; and I’d done the stockings, and I thought as you’d never come to see ’em. One day when the Squire were very bad, Miss Cicely comed to I, and said as how her wondered why you never came, and as how her wished you could know how the Squire were, and that he were axing every day after you. Then I sed, the stockings were done, and as you didn’t come for mun, I’d carry mun to you. Her told me where you lived. I were to go right forward to Launceston, and there to ax my way to Boscastle. So I sed I’d go, and I’d take your stockings. The wind were up and there were going to be ice and snow, and you’d be wanting them to keep your feet warm. So I came.’ ’But, Joyce, how did you find your way here, to this house?’