We drank our tea and ate our sandwiches, and put off our time as well as we could till five o'clock.

It was now of course perfectly dark but for the light of the fire.

We were glad when our friend from the lodge returned with a couple of tallow candles, blaming herself for having forgotten them.
"'I really don't know what we should do,' said Mary to her.

'The storm seems getting worse and worse.

I wonder what the driver thinks about it.
Is he in the house, do you know ?' "'He's sitting in our kitchen, Miss,' replied the young woman.