Her eye, however, fell on the Bible, and taking it up and opening it at random, she read, 'Remember, O Lord, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem. O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed, happy shall he be that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.' Hurriedly turning over the leaves, her eyes again fell upon words that went like goads into her heart: 'Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day, because it shut not up the doors of my mother's womb.' 'What!' cried she, the old Calvinist life reasserting itself in her soul--'what! have the curses o' God getten howd o' me?' * * * * * 'Mother!' It was the voice of Amanda, and its sound called back the ebbing tides of maternity as the clear notes of a bugle rally the dispirited and flying forces on an undecided field. 'Mother, will yo' draw that blind?' 'What doesto want th' blind drawin' for, Amanda?' 'I want to see th' morn break.' 'Whatever for, lass?' asked Mrs. Stott, as she drew the cord with tremulous hand. For a few minutes the girl looked out at the distant horizon with a breaking light in her own eyes. Then, taking her mother's hand, she said: 'Dun yo' see that rim o' gowd (gold) on the hills yonder?' 'Yi, lass; forsure I do. What abaat it?' 'Watch it, mother! See yo', it geds broder--more like a ribbin--a brode, yollow ribbin, like that aw wore i' mi hat when I were a little lass. Yo' remember, durnd yo'?--I wore it one charity sarmons.' 'Aw remember, Amanda,' said the parent, choking with the reminiscences of the past which the old hat and its yellow ribbon aroused. 'Naa see, mother,' continued the girl, her eye fixed on the opening sky; 'it's like a great sea--a sea o' buttercups, same as used to grow in owd Whittam's field when yo' couldn't see grass for flaars.' 'Yi, lass, I see,' sobbed Mrs. Stott. 'And thoose claads, mother! See yo' haa they're goin'. And th' hills and moors? Why I con see them plainer and plainer! Haa grond they are! They're awlus theer. Them, Mr. Penrose said, stood for God's love, didn't he, mother?--and them claads as are lifting for my sins.' 'Yi, lass; he did, forsure.'