She only looked anxious again.

Tinker, on the other hand, was impatient, very impatient, with Uncle Richard, whom he was disposed to regard as a gentleman in great need of a kicking.

Moreover, the chill hour after sunset, so dangerous on that littoral, was upon them, and he considered with disquiet the thin stuff of the child's frock.
Presently he said abruptly, "I've promised my father to wear an overcoat during the fever hour.

I must be off and get it, and a wrap for you.

You won't be frightened, if I leave you alone ?" "No," Elsie said bravely, but her tone belied the word.
"Well, walk up and down quickly, so that you don't get a chill.