WearilyKeziahsetaboutpreparingbreakfast。Notthatsheexpectedthemealwouldbeeaten，butitgavehersomethingtodoandoccupiedhermind。Thesunhadrisenandthelightstreamedinattheparsonagewindows。Thebreezeblewfreshandcoolfromtheocean。Itwasamagnificentmorning。
Shecalledtohimthatbreakfastwasready，buthedidnotanswer。
Shecouldeatnothingherself，and，whenthetablewascleared，preparedtodotheweek’swashing，forMondayisalwayswashdayinTrumet。Nooncame，dinnertime，butstillhedidnotcomedown。
AtlastKeziahcouldstanditnolonger。Shedeterminedtogotohim。Sheclimbedthesteepstairsandrappedonthedoorofhisroom。
“Yes？“sheheardhimsay。