"Yes, I am."
"Well, you're very foolish," said Mrs. White in an undertone, looking anxious, and tapping one of the steps with her foot.
They sat a very long time talking over little family matters.
"What's that?" at last said Mrs. White.
"That's the nine-o'clock gun," said White, and they relapsed into a long-sustained, drowsy silence.
"Patty, you'd better go in and go to bed," said he at last.
"I'm not sleepy."
"Well, you're very foolish," quietly remarked little White, and again silence fell upon them.
"Patty, suppose I walk out to the old house and see if I can find out any thing."
"Suppose," said she, "you don't do any such—listen!"