But again she was at the door, hastily standing her iron shovel against the wall.

Then she shut the back door with a bang.

These noises seemed to scrape and strike the night.
In Aaron's own house, the young person was still talking to Mrs.Sisson.
Millicent came out, sheltering a candle with her hand.

The candle blew out.

She ran indoors, and emerged again, her white pinafore fluttering.
This time she performed her little journey safely.