“You don’t mind rain, Ella,” he said. “Come for a stretch this afternoon.”
“Perhaps, if father keeps better. But he may want me to sit with him.”
“You don’t get air enough.”
“I find one can live very well without it.”
“Live, but not thrive. We’ll take the dogs, and get to the top of Slopton ridge.” The next moment she stopped, all the colour out of her face.
“Dick—look!” she cried with anguish.
For all the blinds were down, and one more Forbes had joined his forefathers.