By this time Miss Miflin had a delighted and sleepy twin on each side of her on the settle.
"But they are not going to be wild any more," she said.
Sarah was asleep that night almost before her head touched the pillow. It seemed to her that peace had descended upon her heart, and hopes for a better day.
It was midnight when she suddenly awoke. Miss Miflin was standing beside the bed.
"Sarah! Sarah, dear, wake up. Your uncle is here and wants you."
Sarah tried to open her drowsy eyes.
"He can't have them," she said, bewildered. "Tell him he must go away."
"But listen, Sarah. He says Albert is sick and they want you."
Sarah sat up at once.
"He is waiting for you at the door. Come, I'll help you with your clothes. Don't come back to-night. I'll get breakfast for the twins. No, Sarah, the other shoe. No, you must put on all your warm clothes. There! Now, I'll come downstairs with you."