How gently then he kissed the affectionate girl! He turned and gave his hand to Sarah, whose eyes filled with tears as she received his blessing.
Mr. Royden took the old man's arm, and led him to the wagon.
"But where is Samuel? I must not neglect him," said Father Brighthopes.
At that moment a groaning was heard behind the shed, under the tree where the grindstone stood.
"Is that Sam?" asked Mr. Royden.
"Yes, sir," replied James. "Something is the matter with him; I don't know what it is. He was taken sick when we were harnessing."
"What is the matter, my son?" asked the old man, cheerily, looking over the gate.
Sam lay upon the turf, with his head on his arm, for a pillow.
"Nothing," he muttered, in a ghastly tone, without looking up.
"Come, I am going away. I want to bid you good-bye."