Here, Dinah, make her up a bed in your own room, close by the kitchen, and I'll think what to do for her in the morning.

Meanwhile, never fear, poor woman; put your trust in God; he will protect you." Mrs.Bird and her husband reentered the parlor.

She sat down in her little rocking-chair before the fire, swaying thoughtfully to and fro.
Mr.Bird strode up and down the room, grumbling to himself, "Pish! pshaw! confounded awkward business!" At length, striding up to his wife, he said, "I say, wife, she'll have to get away from here, this very night.

That fellow will be down on the scent bright and early tomorrow morning: if 't was only the woman, she could lie quiet till it was over; but that little chap can't be kept still by a troop of horse and foot, I'll warrant me; he'll bring it all out, popping his head out of some window or door.

A pretty kettle of fish it would be for me, too, to be caught with them both here, just now! No; they'll have to be got off tonight." "Tonight! How is it possible ?--where to ?" "Well, I know pretty well where to," said the senator, beginning to put on his boots, with a reflective air; and, stopping when his leg was half in, he embraced his knee with both hands, and seemed to go off in deep meditation.
"It's a confounded awkward, ugly business," said he, at last, beginning to tug at his boot-straps again, "and that's a fact!" After one boot was fairly on, the senator sat with the other in his hand, profoundly studying the figure of the carpet.