Suffice it, that it is me who is arranging this affair--the more shame to me!--and that is the way ye have to go.

Ronald,' she continued, 'away up-by to the shepherds; rowst them out of their beds, and make it perfectly distinct that Sim is not to leave till he has seen me.' Ronald was nothing loath to escape from his aunt's neighbourhood, and left the room and the cottage with a silent expedition that was more like flight than mere obedience.

Meanwhile the old lady turned to her niece.
'And I would like to know what we are to do with him the night!' she cried.
'Ronald and I meant to put him in the hen-house,' said the encrimsoned Flora.
'And I can tell you he is to go to no such a place,' replied the aunt.
'Hen-house, indeed! If a guest he is to be, he shall sleep in no mortal hen-house.

Your room is the most fit, I think, if he will consent to occupy it on so great a suddenty.

And as for you, Flora, you shall sleep with me.' I could not help admiring the prudence and tact of this old dowager, and of course it was not for me to make objections.