"I had thought I wouldn't go back again, but I am that tired." "You do look tired," rejoined Huldah, sympathetically.

Her own little body was aching all over, and she was so weary she could gladly have lain down anywhere and slept, but it never occurred to her to mention the fact.

"Dick'll mind the garden, so don't you worry about that." "Can you sleep on the sofa, do you think ?" "Oh yes, ma'am!" cried Huldah, rapturously, gazing at the hard black horse-hair covered thing as though it were the most luxurious couch in the world.
"I'll give you my big shawl, to wrap yourself up in, and you can use that cushion there for a pillow." "Thank you, ma'am; but I think," she added, anxiously, "I'll run out first, and see that Dick's all right.

You can bolt the door after me while I'm out." Martha Perry did not do that, though.

She stood there with the open door in her hand, and watched almost affectionately the little brown figure run down the garden path, and disappear in the gloom.
"Put Dick in the barn to sleep," she called after Huldah.