It was composed of red, black, and blue bits of silk, and beautifully quilted. Hepsey and Temperance had made it for her.
"How about the wicket, these winter nights?"
"I drag the quilt off, and wrap it round me when I want to look out."
We heard a bump on the floor, and Temperance appeared with warm bricks wrapped in flannel.
"You know that I will not have those things," Verry said.
"Dear me, how contrary you are! And you have not eaten a thing to-day."
"Carry them out."
Her voice was so unyielding, but always so gentle! Temperance was obliged to deposit the bricks outside the door, which she did with a bang.
"I should think you might sleep in Cassandra's room; her bed is big enough for three."
No answer was made to this proposition, but Verry said,