"I shouldn't wonder," he replied, "if she doesn't hear it in her sleep, and dream of you."
"I thought as how she might waken and be watching," answered Jan.
"M'appen she is," Lucy spoke with tenderness, for she was fond of the old man. "She'll certainly be looking out for thee, Jan. She'll never sleep so heavily but she'll hear thy step when thee goes."
"I's going soon."
His head sunk upon his breast; he was old, forlorn and weary.
"Nay, Jan, nay," said Lucy, "you mustn't leave us yet. Barbara and me. We'd be so lonesome sitting by the winter fire, wanting thy face that's smiled on us ever since we were born."
"We's o' comers and gangers," he replied. "There's new faces coming to take the place of the old ones. I's ganging. He'll soon pass by."
"Who, Jan?"
"Him with the reaping-hook."
Lucy laughed his words away, though she shivered.