Mrs. Friedland laughed under her breath—the saddest laugh.
"Do you know what the child was doing this afternoon?"
"No."
"She went to the Oratory—to Benediction." Friedland looked up startled—then understood—raised his hands and let them drop despairingly.
CHAPTER II
"Missie—are yo ben?"
The outer door of Browhead Farm was pushed inwards, and old Daffady's head and face appeared.
"Come in, Daffady—please come in!"
Miss Fountain's tone was of the friendliest. The cow-man obeyed her. He came in, holding his battered hat in his hand.
"Missie—A thowt I'd tell yo as t' rain had cleared oop—yo cud take a bit air verra weel, if yo felt to wish it."