"Will you not offer your sister some?"
"No. She gets plenty at home. Eat it, Mr. Rhys, won't you?"
He took a few spoonfuls, smiled at her, and told her it was very good. It was a smile worth having. But both sisters saw that he looked fearfully pale and worn.
"I must see if Mrs. Williams has not some berries to offer you," he said.
"Where are you going, Mr. Rhys, if you do not go to that place?" Julia persisted.
"If I do not go there, I think I shall go home."
"Home?"
"Yes."
"Where is that?" said Julia hanging about him.
"I meant my everlasting home, Julia."