"I's gwine down to de road an' ax 'em if dey ketched him." "Rachel, wait! I'm coming, too.

Give me my traveling-coat--there on the trunk.

What can I put on my head?
My hat is in auntie's room." Rachel, rummaging in the closet, brought forth an old white tam-o'-shanter.

"That will do!" cried Ruth.

"Now, don't make any noise, but come." They tiptoed through the house and out into the early morning.