When Winefred entered the cottage where her mother was, she seated herself on a chair against the wall, and let her hands drop on her knees.
Her mother, who was knitting, looked up, and said, 'Back so soon!'
Winefred did not reply, and the woman continued at her work, but she jerked the worsted, and let slip a needle that fell upon the floor.
'Why are you returned so soon?' she asked, after she had stooped, picked up the fallen pin, and recovered the dropped stitches.
'I had enough of it,' answered the girl shortly.
Jane looked at her, but Winefred turned aside that her mother might not see her face.
'You are not cold, I reckon,' said Jane, 'so you do not come to the fire. Have you danced?'
'No.'
'Have you supped?'
'No.'