I'm sent for you.
I'm late too.

Uncle James has gone to the mills and Aunt Ann is busy.
Been here long ?" "Not very," said John, his teeth chattering with cold.
"Gracious! you'll freeze.

Sorry I was late." She saw at a glance the low shoes, the blue cloak, the kid gloves, the boy's look of suffering, and at once took possession of him.
"Get into the sleigh.

Oh! leave your check on the trunk or give it to me." She was off and away to the trunk as he climbed in, helpless.

She undid the counter check, ran across to the guard's house, was back in a moment and tumbled in beside him.
"But, is it safe?
My trunk, I mean," said John.
"Safe.