Yes, Willie, you may stay up as long as
you like. I will go to bed myself," added she, mentally, "so as not to
keep the poor boy up."
"Well, Willie, I will tell you a story, darling, which will amuse you,
while I sew."
Just at this moment the sound of carriage wheels, followed immediately
by a jump from the box, and a smart rap at the door, caused the widow
to start hastily from her seat. The door was opened, and Jake, the big
black coachman of the old doctor, made his appearance, a heavy cloak
and a large muffling hood hanging over his arm.
"Marm," said he, "it has clarred off beautiful, and massa has sent the
carriage arter you, and he says how he would have sent it afore, but
how the roads was blocked up with snowdrifts. Me and Pontius Pilate,
and Massa John, has been all the arternoon a clarring it away, and I
thinks, marm, if you don't come to-night, how the road will be as bad
as ever to-morrow morning, with this wind a-blowing about the snow.
Miss Lizzy has sent this hood of hern, and massa has sent this big
cloth cloak of hizzen, so that you needn't ketch cold."
Mrs. Dulan did not immediately reply, but looked at Willie, and seemed
to reflect.
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