Also, the baby was still whimpering in a drowsy monotone, as the paregoric sought to renew its sway on the racket awakened brain.
The dog turned pantingly back to the bundle; pawed it softly, as though to make sure the contents were not harmed; then once more picked it up gingerly between his reddened jaws; and continued his sedate homeward journey.
The Mistress and the Master were sitting on the veranda.

It was almost bedtime.

The Master arose, to begin his nightly task of locking the lower windows.

From somewhere on the highroad that lay two hundred yards distant from the house, came the confused noise of shouts.

Then, as he listened, the far-off sounds ceased.