Jim’s face grew white, then red.
“C-ome?” he stammered.
“Yes, I heard a sleigh and voices. Who is it?”
“Why, jest-jest a man on--on business,” he flung over his shoulder, as he fled through the hall.
Not half an hour later came Ella’s turn. In accordance with the sick woman’s orders she had prepared tea, toast, and a boiled egg; but she had not set the tray on the bed when the old woman turned upon her two keen eyes.
“Who’s in the kitchen, Ella, with Jim?”
Ella started guiltily.
“Why, jest a--a man.”
“Who is it?”
Ella hesitated; then, knowing that deceit was useless, she stammered out the truth.