They've just sent in." "Are you going too ?" looking at his bandaged head.
"No, miss," with a resigned air.

"Master says I'm to go 'ome and 'ave a good night's rest--that is if so be as I can get to sleep." "But who is going to drive father ?" interrupted Kitty.
"Master said as 'ow he'd drive hisself." Kitty remembered the weary look on her father's face, the sleepless night he had had, the long, busy day.

"Jabez," she said with quiet firmness, "I am going to drive father; then perhaps he will be able to sleep a little in the carriage.

Don't say anything to him, but I'll be in the carriage when you drive it round for him, and then I expect he will let me go." Jabez looked dubiously first at the sky and then at Kitty.
"I can drive; you know I can," she said eagerly.

"Now don't be nasty, Jabez; we have got trouble enough as it is." "'Tis my belief there's a nasty storm brewing--" "I love a storm, especially when I am driving through it." "I was putting in the old mare on purpose, 'cause she stands thunder and lightning better than what Billy does, but--" "Jabez, you may say what you like, but I am going, unless father stops me; so don't bother to say any more about it.