"I hain't seed before that she were a-smilin'," he said, taking a long breath. "Ye says as how she air happy, Tess?" "Yep; she air with Ben Letts." "I air a-goin' in to tell her ma that Myry air happy," asserted Longman, with relief in his voice. "I thank ye, Tess, for tellin' me that she were. I weren't thinkin' of nothin' but the storm, the water, and the time that ma and me were a-sleepin' when Myry were a-dyin'. She air happy, ye air sure, Tess?" "Yep, for she were a-seekin' Ben Letts. She told me as how--" Tessibel choked back the words. "She told ye what?" Tess was going to tell him of the night on the ragged rocks and of Myra's broken wrist, but, with a flashing glance at the dead woman, changed her mind. In her vivid imagination she thought that Myra was silently entreating her not to speak ill of the dead man in her arms. "She told me that Ben were the brat's pa, and that--" her eyes gladdened as she finished--"she were a-lovin' him; and, Satisfied, when we air a-lovin', and lovin' damn hard, then ain't we happy when we air with them what we loves?" She had come close to him, standing near the dead man and woman. The girl slipped her hand into Longman's reassuringly, as she asked the last question. "Yep," replied Satisfied, disappearing into the back room. Tessibel had forgotten the child in the basket. She turned her eyes toward it, and a movement of the cover told her that the little Dan was awake. She was bending over it when Longman appeared at her side. "Mammy says as how ye air to come in, Tess," he said, his eyes falling upon the child. "Whose brat air it?" he asked, with no shadowing suspicion in his glance. "Where did ye get it, Tessibel?" "I air a-carin' for it for a while. I comed, Satisfied----" Could she ask these people in sore grief for a dress that the dead child on the board had worn? "Ye comed for what?" asked the man. "I air a-wantin' to take him to the church, and I ain't got no dress for him. Would Mammy Longman let me take one?" "Yep. Go in, and tell her. She air in bed." Tess covered the babe's face, and placed the basket on the table. "I can't leave him in the hut," she explained; "the rats air too thick." "Yes," was all Longman said, and he fell to thinking deeply. Tess crept away to the back room. "I comed to see ye, Mammy Longman, and----" "Sit down on the bed," interrupted the tired voice. "Myry and Ezy air both gone. Satisfied says as how Myry air a-smilin' and as how ye said she were happy. Satisfied and me feels better, we does." Tessibel choked back the welling tears. The gray head resting upon a soiled pillow, the pale face turned toward the wall, which had not turned to her, struck Tess deeper than Satisfied's stolid grief. "Ye be sure Myry air happy?" came the tired voice again. "Yep." Mrs. Longman threw her eyes on Tessibel. "If she air happy, what air ye cryin' for?"