"Will is going away to-morrow, mother."
"Away to-morrow! so soon?"
"Only for a day or two, I think."
"Was that the meaning of the sigh then, Morva?"
"I don't know," said the girl, pensively chasing a fly with her finger on the table. "Oh, mother! I don't know, it is all a turmoil and unrest of thoughts here," and she drew her hand over her forehead.
"Well, never mind that, 'merch i, if it is rest and happiness here," and Sara laid her finger on the region of Morva's heart. "Tell me that, child; is it rest and love there?"
"Oh! I don't know, mother; I don't know indeed, indeed."
And then she did what Sara had scarcely ever seen her do since she had "gone into long frocks and turned her hair up," she crossed her arms on the table, and leaning her head upon them, she sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed.