Bight or wrong, Julia acted with sharp decision.
Before she had any very definite view of her plan, she had arisen and slipped on a calico dress.

But there was one obstacle.

Mr.Humphreys kept late hours, and he might be on the front-porch.

She might meet him in the hall, and this seemed worse to her than would the chance of meeting a tribe of Indians.

She listened and looked out of her window; but she could not be sure; she would run the risk.