"Where was he?"
"He was ploughing."
"What did you see, Winifred?"
"I saw him — oh mamma! — I saw him put his hand to his eyes, — and I saw the tears fall —"
Her little head was pressed against her mother's bosom, and many more tears fell for his than his had been.
Mrs. Landholm was silent a minute or two, stroking Winifred's head and kissing her.
"And when you went into the field, Winifred, — how was he then?"
"Just as always."
"Where was Rufus?"
"He was on the other side."