‘As the day lengthens so the cold strengthens.’ It was so that year; the hard frost which began on New Year’s Eve lasted on and on into late February, c black and bitter, but welcome enough to the farmers, as it kept back the too early growth of autumn-sown wheat, and gave them the opportunity of leading manure. But it did not suit invalids as well, and Bell Robson, though not getting worse, did not make any progress towards amendment. Sylvia was kept very busy, notwithstanding that d she had the assistance of a poor widow-woman in the neighbourhood on cleaning, or washing, or churning days. Her life was quiet and monotonous, although hard-working; and while her hands mechanically found and did their accustomed labour, the thoughts that rose in her head always centred on Charley Kinraid, his ways, his words, his looks, whether they all meant what she would fain believe they did, and whether, meaning love at the time, such a feeling was likely to endure. Her mother’s story of crazy Nancy had taken hold of her; but not as a ‘caution,’ rather as a parallel case to her own. Like Nancy, and borrowing the poor girl’s own words, she would say softly to herself, ‘He once was 148here;’ but all along she believed in her heart he would come back again to her, it touched her to the of forsaken love.