Sylviashiveredalloveratthesuddenthought，suggestedbythisspeechofhermother\'s，thattheideathathadflashedintoherownmindofgoingtolookforherfathermightbeananswertotheinvocationtothePowerswhichshehadmadenotlongago，thatshemightindeedmeetherdeadloverattheash—fieldstile;butthoughsheshiveredasthissuperstitiousfancycameintoherhead，herheartbeatfirmandregular;notfromdarknessnorfromthespiritsofthedeadwasshegoingtoshrink;hergreatsorrowhadtakenawayallhergirlishnervousfear。
Shewent;andshecameback。Neithermannorspirithadsheseen;thewindwasblowingontheheightenoughtosweepallcreaturesbeforeit;
butnoonewascoming。
Sotheysatedownagaintokeepwatch。Atlengthhisstepwasheardclosetothedoor;anditstartledthemevenintheirstateofexpectation。
\'Why，feyther！\'criedSylviaasheentered;whilehiswifestooduptrembling，butnotsayingaword。