The stranger was piloted to the bedroom, assisted into the depths of a feather bed, and covered with several layers of blankets and patchwork quilts.
"There!" observed Seth, contentedly, "now you go to sleep.

If you get to sweatin', so much the better.

'Twill get some of that cold water out of you.

So long!" He departed, closing the door after him.

Then he built a fire in the range, got breakfast, ate it, washed the dishes and continued his forenoon's work.