I am going to Dora, and I may not come home until late.

You know they will depend upon me for every suggestion." In fact, Ethel did not return home until the following day, for a snowstorm came up in the afternoon, and the girl was weary with planning and writing, and well inclined to eat with Dora the delicate little dinner served to them in Dora's private parlor.

Then about nine o'clock Mr.Stanhope called, and Ethel found it pleasant enough to watch the lovers and listen to Mrs.Denning's opinions of what had been already planned.

And the next day she seemed to be so absolutely necessary to the movement of the marriage preparations, that it was nearly dark before she was permitted to return home.
It was but a short walk between the two houses, and Ethel was resolved to have the refreshment of the exercise.

And how good it was to feel the pinch of the frost and the gust of the north wind, and after it to come to the happy portal of home, and the familiar atmosphere of the cheerful hall, and then to peep into the firelit room in which Ruth lay dreaming in the dusky shadows.
"Ruth, darling!" "Ethel! I have just sent for you to come home." Then she rose and took Ethel in her arms.