“Betty!” called Virginia, suddenly, rising on her elbow and rubbing her eyes. “Betty, is it morning?”
Betty awoke with a cry, and stood up in the firelight.
“Oh, no, not yet,” she answered.
“What are you doing? Aren't you coming to bed?”
“I—I was just thinking,” stammered Betty, twisting her hair into a rope; “yes, I'm coming now,” and she crossed the room and climbed into the bed beside her sister.
“I believe I fell asleep by the fire,” she said, as she turned over.
III. — DAN AND BETTY
On the last day of the year the young men from Chericoke, as they rode down the turnpike, came upon Betty bringing holly berries from the wood. She was followed by two small negroes laden with branches, and beside her ran her young setters, Peyton and Bill.