"I'm not afraid of anything going wrong if you're at the helm." "How long do you expect to be away ?" asked Sara presently.
"A couple of days at the outside.

I hope to get back the day after to-morrow." Denuded of Selwyn's big, kindly presence, the house seemed curiously silent.

Even Jane Crab appeared to feel the effect of his absence, and strove less forcefully with her pots and pans--which undoubtedly made for an increase of peace and quiet--while Molly was frankly depressed, stealing restlessly in and out of the rooms like some haunting shadow.
"What on earth's the matter with you ?" Sara asked her laughingly.
"Hasn't your father ever been away from home before?
You're wandering about like an uneasy spirit!" "I _am_ an uneasy spirit," responded Molly bluntly.

"I feel as though I'd a cold coming on, and I always like Dad to doctor me when I'm ill." "I can doctor a cold," affirmed Sara briskly.

"Put your feet in hot water and mustard to-night and stay in bed to-morrow." Molly considered the proposed remedies in silence.
"Perhaps I _will_ stay in bed to-morrow," she said, at last, reluctantly.