"Tomorrow, then, you'll say that you will ?" "Oh, perhaps, perhaps! I mustn't promise.

Good night." It was after seven when Grace reached the old tavern.

The housekeeper, Mrs.Poundberry, was anxiously awaiting her.

She wore her bonnet and Sunday gown and was evidently ready to go out.
"Land sakes alive!" she sputtered.

"Where in the name of goodness have you been to?
I was gettin' scairt.