Then Ralph rose, and, lifting up his hat and staff, walked quietly to his brother's room.
Willy was already in bed, but his candle was still burning.

Sitting on an old oak chest that stood near the door of the little room, Ralph said,-- "I shall perhaps be off again before you are awake in the morning, but all will be done in good time.

The funeral will be on the day after to-morrow.

Robbie Anderson will see to everything." "Robbie Anderson ?" said Willy in an accent of surprise.
"You know it's the custom in the dale for a friend of the family to attend to these offices." "Yes; but Robbie Anderson of all men!" "You may depend upon him," said Ralph.
"This is the first time I've heard that he can depend upon himself, said Willy.
"True--true--but I'm satisfied about Robbie.

No, you need fear nothing.