The voices of aunt and niece were blown back to her on that cool breath. Bessie was a slatternly creature and her house the untidiest in the parish, but she had bred tall sons, sons who, as long as she fed them well, seemed indifferent to the discomfort of their home. Mrs. Tom, listening contentedly to Richbell’s voice with its clear laugh, found her thoughts straying from the handsome creature whose fortune was to seek to that one of the brood whose choice was made. As the mother of ’a long tail,’ she was well pleased her eldest should be marrying so early and so well. Jim’s ’auntie’ would leave him what she had, ’while, whatever happened to Wastralls, S’bina would see they didn’t want for nothing while she was livin’. The young couple would have every chance of gettin’ on in the world; and the mother who had been a fish-seller’s daughter, living from hand to mouth, took stock of their future with a grateful heart. She had done well for herself and Gray, ’with a good-livin’ ’ard-workin’ feller like Jim, might do even better.’ She hoped the other maidens would follow their sister’s example; but with the hope, a doubt, a doubt of Richbell, threaded itself darkly through the loose gold of her meditations. Richbell, the pretty madcap, was just the one to leap before she looked and, of the lads who wanted her, to take the least promising. Mrs. Tom shook her own still pretty head. The world would be a happier, more comfortable place, if parents had the arranging of their children’s future, at least in matrimony. From where she stood, a stretch of bright water was visible. The sea was calling in a hoarse undertone, a sort of thunderous roar which yet did not deaden other sounds and, looking down, Mrs. Tom’s glance rested on the courts and outhouses of Wastralls. If Sabina had her way, Gray and her young husband would live there. Again the wise woman shook her head. ’Leadville might prove a snake in the grass. S’bina was a good sort but she wasn’t sensible. If she ’ad been she would ’av left the farmin’ to ’er man.’ Mrs. Tom was sorry for Leadville ’mumpin’ round like an ole dog and ’e wi’ the finest farm in the valley and just longin’ to put ’is strength into the workin’ of it. A woman’s place was in the house, making the butter and feeding the fowls and no good ever came of she takin’ on a man’s work. ’Twas bad for both of ’em and worse’n ever now she’d lost her laigs, poor sawl. It must make the man feel mad, ’er ’oldin’ to the reins when ’e ought to ’av ’em!’ Mrs. Tom, her time fully occupied with housewifely and maternal duties, could see the mistakes her neighbours were making and the proper remedy; but, as she could not hope to alter circumstances which had made those mistakes inevitable, she preserved the indulgent kindliness of her attitude.