"Turn not your speaking eye upon me. I harbour no dark intent, Sir
Galahad."
"Damn Sir Galahad!" said Dan, and blew out the light.
II
BETTY DREAMS BY THE FIRE
Betty, lying back in the deep old carriage as it rolled through the storm,
felt a glow at her heart as if a lamp were burning there, shut in from the
night. Above the wind and the groaning of the wheels, she heard Hosea
calling to the horses, but the sound reached her through muffled ears.
"Git along dar!" cried Hosea, with sudden spirit, "dar ain' no oats dis
side er home, en dar ain' no co'n, nurr. Git along dar! 'Tain' no use
a-mincin'. Git along dar!"
The snow beat softly on the windows, and the Governor's profile was
relieved, fine and straight, against the frosted glass. "Are you asleep,
daughter?" he asked, turning to where the girl lay in her dark corner.
"Asleep!" She came back with a start, and caught his hand above the robe in
her demonstrative way. "Why, who can sleep on Christmas Eve? there's too
much to do, isn't there, mamma? Twenty stockings to fill and I don't know
how many bundles to tie up. Oh, no, I shan't sleep tonight."
"We might get up early to-morrow and do them," suggested Virginia, nodding
in her pink hood.
"You, at least, must go to bed, dear," insisted Mrs. Ambler. "Betty and I
will fix the things."
"Indeed, you shall go to bed, mamma," said Betty, sternly. "Papa and I
shall make Christmas this year.
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