The old cowman sat hunched over the fire, smoking his pipe for a time in beatific silence. But presently Laura, as she went to and fro, caught snatches of conversation. "Did tha go ta Laysgill last Sunday?" said Mrs. Mason abruptly. Daffady removed his pipe. "Aye, a went, an a preeched. It wor a varra stirrin meetin. Sum o' yor paid preests sud ha' bin theer. A gien it 'em strang.