"Why, Hildreth, dearest woman, you're trembling all over, what's the matter?... have I—I frightened you with my wild talk?"
"Never mind ... no, take your arm away ... Let me walk alone a minute and I'll be all right ... I'll be all right in a minute ... it's just turned a trifle chilly, that's all."
"Hush!" going down the path by the big house, Hildreth stopped, hesitated. "I'm—I'm not going to the little cottage to-night."
"Then I'll say good-night!"
"No, come on in and we'll sneak out to the kitchen and find something to eat ... aren't you hungry?"
"A little bit. But I'm afraid we might wake Ruth and Darrie up."
We tip-toed in. Hildreth searching for the matches, knocked the wash-basin to the floor. We stood hushed like mice.
"Who's down there?" asked Darrie's voice, with a dash of hysteria in it ... of hysteria and fright.
"Damn it, there's Darrie waked up."
"Such a clatter would wake anyone up!"