He would have gone for you last night, only he was so tired, and I persuaded him to go to bed.

I knew somebody would come home with you, Dick, wasn't it?
I thought I heard his voice.' 'Yes, it was Dick,' Jerrie answered, very low, returning again to her breakfast, while her grandmother rambled on: 'Harold slept so soundly that he never heard the storm or knew there was one till this morning.

Lucky you didn't start home till it was over.
You'd have been wet to the skin.' Jerrie made no answer, for she could not tell of that interview under the pines, or that she had been wet to the skin, and felt chilly even now from the effects of it.

It seemed that Mrs.Crawford would never tire talking of Harold, for she continued: 'He was up this morning about daylight, I do believe, and had his own breakfast eaten and that table laid for you when I came down.

He wanted to see you before he went, and know if you were pleased; but I told him you were probably asleep, as it was late when you came in, and so he wrote something for you, and went whistling off as merrily as if he had been in his carriage, instead of on foot in his working-dress.' 'And he shall have his carriage, too, some day, and a pair of the finest horses the country affords, and you shall ride beside him, in a satin gown and India shawl.