His wife could hear him pacing the floor restlessly.
About ten o'clock he came downstairs and declared his intention of going out into the storm to see if he couldn't settle down to work better.
He went out and did not return until the middle of the afternoon.

Mrs.
Strong was a little alarmed.
"Where have you been all this time, Philip ?--in this terrible storm, too! You are a monument of snow.

Stand out here in the kitchen while I sweep you off." Philip obediently stood still while his wife walked around him with a broom, and good-naturedly submitted to being swept down, "as if I were being worked into shape for a snow man," he said.
"Where have you been?
Give an account of yourself." "I have been seeing how some other people live.

Sarah, the Brother Man was not so very crazy, after all.

He has more than half converted me." "Did you find out anything about him ?" "Yes, several of the older citizens here recognized my description of him.