"May Heaven deal with me as I with her!" said Frank Howard, earnestly.
While this important little family aside was going on the other guests were wishing each other a "Happy New Year," and chatting and laughing too merrily and noisily to hear what was there passing.
And now they asked for their cloaks and hoods, which Rachel Noales and I flew to bring; and in less than half an hour all the evening visitors had departed, and the returning sound of their sleighbells died away in the distance.
We that were left separated and retired. When we reached our chamber Rachel and I locked the door and went to bed.
We were sufficiently wearied out to go fast asleep, and sleep until late in the morning, when the loud knocking of little Jet at our chamber door aroused us. I jumped up and went and opened it.
"De doors do stay shet fas' 'nuff now!" exclaimed my little maid, with a broad grin, as she entered.
"Yes, Jet; thanks to Mr. Howard."
"Ain't him a smart gemlan, dough? Wunner if him's a wizard?"
"I really do not know, Jet. You must ask your Miss Mathilde."
"Law! Do she know?"