May looked anxiously at her sister.
"Yes, I suppose we are," Jenny agreed.
Zachary began to whistle a Sankey hymn tune.
"You'll be wishing to unpack your things first," continued Mrs. Trewhella.
"Yes, I ought to unpack," Jenny said in a frozen voice.
"I've put May in the bedroom next to you. Come, I'll show 'ee."
Zachary still sat whistling his hymn tune. A bird shielded from view by the window-curtain stirred in his cage. Mrs. Trewhella lighted three candles. Cloaks were picked up and flung over arms, and in single file the three figures, each with her winking guide, vanished up the staircase.
"What a long passage," whispered Jenny when they stood in a bunch at the top.
Mrs. Trewhella led the way to the bride's chamber.
"You're here, where the wives of the Trewhellas have slept some long time."