Where can I stow him ?" he asked, shaking hands and exchanging preliminary Christmas greetings all around.
"I'll attend to him," said Ailsa, flushed and a little shy as she felt the significant pressure of Hallam's hand and saw him glance at her ring.
"No," he insisted, "I'll see to him myself, if you'll tell me where he can put the horses and find some supper." "Poor fellow," said Ailsa.

"Tell him to stable the horses in the new barn, and go to the kitchen.

Wait a moment, Captain Hallam, I'd rather do it myself!" And she turned lightly and ran out to the dark porch.
The trooper holding Hallam's horse: sat his own saddle, wrapped to the eyes in his heavy overcoat, long lance with its drooping pennon slanting stiffly athwart the wintry wilderness of stars.
"Soldier!" she called gently from the porch.

"Stable, blanket, and feed; then come back to the kitchen, and there will be a good hot dinner waiting." The cavalryman slowly turned his head at the sound of her voice.
And, as he made no movement to obey: "There is the stable over there," she said, pointing across the frozen field.

"Follow that gate path.