“Yes; three feet deep outside the door.”
“Have you been out?”
“Yes; and found I was right about the tree. There must have been lightning, I think. I’m glad it was that.”
“Yes. I wonder how old Tregelly has got on. It’s very lonely where he is.”
“So it is here.”
“How snug the fire looks, Dal!” said Abel, after a pause.
“Yes; cheery, isn’t it? Cake smells good. How does the foot feel?”
“Not so painful this morning after the rest. But, Dal!”
“Well?”
“I lay thinking last night after you had gone to sleep, and you really must not go down to the town.”