The thermometer stood at two degrees below zero in our hall.
"Dan'el!" cried Miss Abigail, hysterically--"Dan'el, don't come near me!" Whereupon she fainted away; for the smell of tobacco-smoke always made her deadly sick.
Kitty Collins rushed from the kitchen with a basin of water, and set to work bathing Miss Abigail's temples and chafing her hands.

I thought my grandfather rather cruel, as he stood there with a half-smile on his countenance, complacently watching Miss Abigail's sufferings.

When she was "brought to," the Captain sat down beside her, and, with a lovely twinkle in his eye, said softly: "Abigail, my dear, there wasn't any tobacco in that Pipe! It was a new pipe.

I fetched it down for Tom to blow soap-bubbles with." At these words Kitty Collins hurried away, her features-working strangely.

Several minutes later I came upon her in the scullery with the greater portion of a crash towel stuffed into her mouth.