But soon the rain stopped, the sun came back, and with its warmth it drained the bogs that had formed on the roads, and the Walsingham people returned to their usual chores: tending to their livestock and poultry, gardening, and washing. Unfortunately, the heavy rain that flooded the vegetable gardens killed many of the vegetables, which was a sadness to the whole village, which lived on what it grew. Workers in the church continued the restoration, while other men pulled straw out of the crevices of their houses, dried it in the sun and plugged it back up. Soon the volunteers in the church dwindled, but Pastor Glowford himself took over the work, which shamed and embarrassed those who refused to help and forced them back to work.
The Glowford sisters lived May in different ways. Catherine was all in the cares: she washed clothes, every third day made in the house general cleaning, working in the garden, cooking, mending clothes, in fact, did all the things she always did. Christine sullenly did her share of the work and tried desperately to escape the attentions of the persistent John, while Cassie ran with the village children through the fields and woods, where she picked and ate (secretly from her sisters and father) green apples and berries.
Early in June a wedding was celebrated at Walsingham: Miss Miriam Wyby and young Thomas Neilly were married. It cannot be said that the young people were particularly happy, but as there were few young people in the village, and half the population consisted of children, the lads and maidens had no choice but to look for a match according to their age, and in the long years of such marriages all the villagers were related to each other in one way or another. The Glowfords had many relatives too, for the parson's late wife had been one of the Walsinghams, so that some of the parishioners were secretly terribly proud of their kinship with the parson himself and his beautiful, clever daughters. The wedding was modest, but the grateful peasants did not forget to invite Mr. Morris and Mr. Pilough to it, thus commending their services to the community. Mr. Morris was unable to attend the wedding, but he arrived in time for the feast and brought with him a magnificent treat from Rivershold, which delighted everyone, and Mr. Pilough, who decided that such an exotic wedding in such a remote village was not to be missed, attended the wedding from its very beginning (giving the young couple a pair of good knives from the Rivershold kitchen and as many forks and spoons, but not silver ones, but those used by the servants, which was still a joy to the young family) to its conclusion, when the villagers had gone home.