When he came back to the kitchen, shutting the living-room door carefully behind him, Mrs.Bascom was standing on the sill.

She started when she saw him.
"Land sakes!" she exclaimed.

"You?
I cal'lated, of course, you was abed and asleep." The lightkeeper waved his hands.
"S-sh-h!" he whispered.
"What shall I s-sh-h about?
Your young man's gone somewhere, I s'pose, else you wouldn't be here." "No, he ain't.

He's turned in, tired out." "Oh, then I guess I'd better go back home.

'Twas him I expected to see, else, of course, I shouldn't have come." "Oh, I know that," with a sigh.