Jonas wished that he was going to have a cup of the coffee that they were making; but he thought it better that he should content himself with what the farmer had provided for him.

There was a young woman in the back part of the room, at a window, sewing.

She asked Jonas how far he had come that morning, and he told her.

Then she said that he must have set out very early; and she said that he had a pair of very handsome black horses.

She had seen them as Jonas passed the window.
There was a small girl sitting near her, with a slate, ciphering.