He sat high above her, holding the reins.

His pale, set face looked over her head.
"Jerome--haven't you--seen--father ?" "No." Elmira burst out with a great wail.

"Oh, Jerome, where's father?
Jerome, where is he?
Is he killed?
Oh, father, father!" "Keep still," said Jerome.

"Mother 'll hear you." "Oh, Jerome, where's father ?" "I tell you, hold your tongue.

Do you want to kill mother, too ?" Poor little Elmira, running alongside the team, wept convulsively.
"Elmira, I tell you to keep still," said Jerome, in such a voice that she immediately choked back her sobs.
Jerome drew up the wood-team at the gate with a great creak.