dried with
ashes from
thehearth，
for a
little
grey
powder
slipped
from the
letter on
to her
dress，
andshe
almost
thought
she saw
her father
bending
over the
hearth to
take up
thetongs.
how long
since she
had been
with him，
sitting on
the
footstool
in
thechimney-corner，
where she
used to
burn the
end of a
bit of
wood in
the
greatflame
of the
sea-sedges！
she
remembered
the summer
evenings
all full
ofsunshine.
the colts
neighed
when
