Then the noise ceased, and he came in and sat down in his usual place.
"What y' ben makin' ?" she inquired.

Tewksbury had gone to bed.

She sat darning a stocking.
"I jest thought I'd git the stagin' ready f'r paintin'," he said, evasively.
"Waal! I'll be glad when it's covered up." When she got ready for bed, he was still seated in his chair, and after she had dozed off two or three times she began to wonder why he didn't come.

When the clock struck ten, and she realized that he had not stirred, she began to get impatient.

"Come, are y' goin' to sit there all night ?" There was no reply.