Thus did Gaud, coming in for news in the evening, find her; her hairdishevelled, her arms hanging down, and her head resting against thestone wall, with a falling jaw grinning, and the plaintive whimper ofa little child; she scarcely could weep any more; these grandmothers,grown too old, have no tears left in their dried-up eyes.

　　"My grandson is dead!" She threw the letters, papers, and medal intoher caller's lap.

　　Gaud quickly scanned the whole, saw the news was true, and fell on herknees to pray. The two women remained there together almost dumb,through the June gloaming, which in Brittany is long but in Iceland isnever-ending. On the hearth the cricket that brings joy was chirpinghis shrill music.

　　The dim dusk entered through the narrow window into the dwelling ofthose Moans, who had all been devoured by the sea, and whose f............