Then the stairs creaked, and her father and mother passed her chamber.

The last to come was Grammer Oliver.
Grace slid out of bed, ran across the room, and lifting the latch, said, "I am not asleep, Grammer.

Come in and talk to me." Before the old woman had entered, Grace was again under the bedclothes.
Grammer set down her candlestick, and seated herself on the edge of Miss Melbury's coverlet.
"I want you to tell me what light that is I see on the hill-side," said Grace.
Mrs.Oliver looked across.

"Oh, that," she said, "is from the doctor's.

He's often doing things of that sort.