She went to the parlor windows and closed them with jerks, then she blew out the lamp.

"Come," said she, "it's time to go to bed.

I'm tired, for my part.

I've worked like a dog all day.

Your father has got his key, an' he can let himself in when he gets through his courtin'." Maria crept miserably--she was still in a sort of daze--up-stairs after Aunt Maria.
"Well, good-night," said Aunt Maria.