The quantity of clothes that had been wrapped round them had no doubt enabled them to fall softly.
"And what about the horse, Richard ?" asked young Fitzgerald.
"He didn't come upon his knees at all at all, Master Herbert," said Richard, scrutinizing the animal's legs with the car lamp in his hand.

"I don't think he's a taste the worse.

But the car, Master Herbert, is clane smashed." Such being found to be undoubtedly the fact, there was nothing for it but that the ladies should walk home.

Herbert again forgot that the age of his aunt imperatively demanded all the assistance that he could lend her, and with many lamentations that fortune and the frost should have used her so cruelly, he gave his arm to Clara.
"But do think of Miss Fitzgerald," said Clara, speaking gently into his ear.
"Who?
oh, my aunt.

Aunt Letty never cares for anybody's arm; she always prefers walking alone." "Fie, Mr.Fitzgerald, fie! It is impossible to believe such an assertion as that." And yet Clara did seem to believe it; for she took his proffered arm without further objection.
It was half-past seven when they reached the hall door, and at that time they had all forgotten the misfortune of the car in the fun of the dark frosty walk home.