I'm her brother Eugene." "And you drove over to see where she was ?" "Yes; we've been very anxious." "Well, you can be easy about her for to-night," said Mrs.Otis.
"She's tucked up nice and warm in my spare-chamber bed, and I give her a tumbler of my brandy cordial, and I guess she's sound asleep." "He wants to take her home to-night, mother," said Jim, and there was a curious appeal in his tone.
Mrs.Otis, standing there on the door-step in the freezing moonlight, turned quickly upon the man in the sleigh, and all the soft conciliation was gone from her voice.

"You ain't plannin' to take that girl way home to Ware Centre to-night ?" said she.
"Father sent me for her," replied Eugene Hautville.
"Well, she ain't goin' a step!" "Her father will expect me to bring her," said Eugene, with his unfailing courtesy.

"He has been very anxious.

I had hard work to find where she was.

My father won't be satisfied if I come home without her." "That girl ain't going out of this house to-night!" "I've got a bearskin here to wrap her up in.