Then--" "I did not think of that," said Alice, blushing deeply, and looking down at her dress; "I only--" "Miss Alice," said Lydia, "I hears somethin." "No, no," said Miss Janet, looking from the window, "there is nothing--" "Deed the is," said Lydia.

"Its Mas' Arthur's horse, I know." Mr.Weston went out on the porch, and the ladies stood at the windows.

The voices of the servants could be distinctly heard.

From the nature of the sound, there was no doubt they were giving a noisy welcome to their young master.
"He _is_ coming," said Miss Janet, much agitated; "the servants would not make that noise were he not in sight." "I hear the horses, too," said Ellen; "we will soon see him where the road turns." "There he comes," said Mrs.Weston.

"It must be Arthur.