“Yes, father.”
“Is the house locked up?”
“Yes.”
“Are ye sure, now?”
“Why, yes, dear; I just did it.”
“Well, won’t ye see?”
“But I have seen, father.” Jane did not often make so many words about this little matter, but she was particularly tired to-night.
The old man fell back wearily.
“Seems ter me, Jane, ye might jest see,” he fretted. “’T ain’t much I’m askin’ of ye, an’ ye know them spoons--”
“Yes, yes, dear, I’ll go,” interrupted the woman hurriedly.