“But oh, dear, dear, what will Sis say!
He must ’a’ come! You must ’a’ missed him. He — “
“Oh, don’t distress me any more’n I’m already distressed. I don’t know what in the world to make of it. I’m at my wit’s end, and I don’t mind acknowledging ’t I’m right down scared. But there’s no hope that he’s come; for he couldn’t come and me miss him. Sally, it’s terrible — just terrible — something’s happened to the boat, sure!”
“Why, Silas! Look yonder! — up the road! — ain’t that somebody coming?”
He sprung to the window at the head of the bed,
