Barton's farm--over the cliff, you know--that the woman is
ill, and would like to see me. So the sooner we start the better."
"I shall have done my breakfast in five minutes, papa. O, here's
mamma!--Mamma, I'm going out for a walk in the rain with papa. You won't
mind, will you?"
"I don't think it will do you any harm, my dear. That's all I mind, you
know. It was only once or twice when you were not well that I objected to
it. I quite agree with your papa, that only lazy people are _glad_ to stay
in-doors when it rains."
"And it does blow so delightfully!" said Wynnie, as she left the room to
put on her long cloak and her bonnet.
We called at the sexton's cottage, and found him sitting gloomily by the
low window, looking seaward.
"I hope your wife is not _very_ poorly, Coombes," I said.
"No, sir. She be very comfortable in bed. Bed's not a bad place to be in
in such weather," he answered, turning again a dreary look towards the
Atlantic. "Poor things!"
"What a passion for comfort you have, Coombes! How does that come about, do
you think?"
"I suppose I was made so, sir.
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