"It was three days ago."
"I've been praying that he would resist temptation," said Grandfather boldly. "Perhaps this is the answer."
"I'm not concerned about temptations," answered Levis impatiently. "Matthew is no fool. I'm concerned for his health. Where is he?"
Then Levis felt the door against which he stood move slightly and turned with tigerish swiftness and threw it open. In came the wind and sleet, and in came also Matthew, rain-soaked, bedraggled, with bent head. He pressed hard against the door until it was closed and then stood panting with bright, sullen eyes.
Levis spoke first.
"How long have you been out in this storm?"
"Only a little while. I walked yesterday and the day before, but to-day I got a long ride in a market wagon."
"Have you any clothes here that he can put on?" This in a physician's sharp tone to Amos.
Amos beckoned Matthew to the other room.
"When did you eat?" asked Levis.