The clue was coming nearer to her. "Nay, there’s no God up there, Sexton," she broke in. "I left Him—years ago, surely—down in the sweet valley-lands. There were woods, and streams, and kine knee-deep among the swaying grasses; and the winds were warm, Sexton, and God was very kind. I was happy then, I think—but some one came and took me away—nay, it has gone again!" She paused and looked wistfully across the hills. "I’ve heard o’ th’ Low Country," murmured Witherlee. "They say there’s more warmth an’ ease dahn there, but th’ fowk is nobbut frail-like wi’ it all, I fancy. Ay, an’ I war telled, by one ’at hed been i’ them furrin parts an’ come back to Marshcotes, that th’ meadow-grass there, for all it grows so thick, is rank an’ noan so sweet as our hard-won crops up here. Well, well, there’s some mun live lower nor Marshcotes, just as there’s some mun carry weakly bodies their lives through." Mistress Wayne did not hear him. Her eyes were still on the field climbing far-off to the sky, with their black walls and the white lines of snow that lay on the windward side of them. "It was like that, Sexton, when first I came here," she went on presently, pointing with her finger. "Naught but black walls, and white drifts of snow, and drear houses that seemed to scowl at you each time you crossed the threshold. And the people were all so rough and hard, and fierce—they frightened me—Sexton, shall I never again get down to the meadows and the nightingales and the sweetbriar hedges under which the violets grow?" "To be sure ye will, sooin as th’ weather ’ull let ye travel," said Witherlee kindly.—"An’ now ye’ve stayed still long enough, Mistress, an’ th’ snaw is coming dahn i’ earnest this time. Mebbe ye’ll step inside wi’ me till it’s owered wi’, an’ Nanny shall mak ye a sup o’ summat warm." Hiram Hey, meanwhile, had just finished stacking Nanny’s peats for her, and was beginning to back his horse down the narrow lane, when there came such a fury of wind and snow together that he was fain to shelter in the doorway. "Look out o’ window, Nanny," he cried, "for ye’ll noan see th’ like again for a week o’ years. Sun an’ wind—an’ th’ dust so thick among th’ snowflakes ’at it turns ’em grey. By th’ Heart, I nobbut once see’d dust an’ snaw so thick together, an’ that war a score year back, on th’ varry day when th’ Ratcliffes first set on th’ Waynes as they war riding back fro’ Saxilton market. Ay, ’tis a sign as sure as I stand here wi’ th’ wind cutting me to th’ bone." "April snow," muttered Bet the slattern. "They say it means drear happenings." "’Tis a fearsome sight, whativer it bodes," said Nanny, peeping from under Hiram’s arm.—"Here’s Witherlee been driven home by it, an’ it taks a lot to skift him, I tell ye. What, an’ he’s bringing th’ little fairy-kist un, an’ all? Well, she’s paid a stiffish price, poor bairn, an’ it’s noan for me to grudge her shelter."