"My eyes are very dim."
"And the oaks are higher than Shunem. My face has changed: my voice also."
"For the moment it was strange to me. As I came along I was reckoning thy years at three-score."
"Mayst add five."
"We may not complain. And thy son, how fares he?"
"That is he, behind us. He is a good son, and leaves his elders to speak first. If we sit awhile and talk he will wait for us."
"And thy house and the farm-steading?"
The woman threw a glance down towards the valley, and answered quickly—
"My master, shall we not sit awhile? The track here looks towards the plain. Sit, and through my eyes thou shalt see again distant Carmel and the fields between that used so to delight thee. Ah! not there!"
The old man had made as if to seat himself on one of the larger stones on the edge of the heap. But she prevented him quickly; was gone for a moment; and returned, rolling a moss-covered boulder to the right-hand of the path. The prophet sat himself down on this, and she on the ground at his feet.