62/66 "Oh, yes, I know! Now if it were a star or a comet that he expected, he'd go himself and sit for hours and hours watching for it. But when his daughter comes, he'll send John with the horses, like enough, and possibly that precious Abigail Jane of his. Or, maybe that is too much to expect. Oh, Hattie, I can't let her go--I can't, I can't!" I was in the window-seat around the corner of the chimney, reading; and I don't know as she knew I was there. |