There was a little visit from Rufus too, at mid-winter, which must have wakened the spirit of other things, if it had been at all laid to sleep.

But if it waked it kept still.

It did not so much as shew itself.
Unless indirectly.
"What have you been doing all to-day, Governor ?" said his little sister, meeting him with joyful arms as he came in one dark February evening.
"What have _you_ been about all day ?" said her brother, taking her up to his shoulder.

"Cold isn't it?
Have you got some supper for me ?" "No, _I_ hav'n't, -- " said the little girl.

"Mamma! -- Governor wants his supper!" "Hush, hush.