Harris walked to the fire and poked it into a fierce blaze. Then he turned his back on Connie, and began to fumble with his neck-tie, tightening it and putting it in order.
"Father," said Connie.
"Wull?"
"Wot are we to do 'bout Sue?"
"She'll be back come mornin'."
"Father," said Connie again, "may I go and spend the night 'long o' Giles? He's too weakly to be left."
"No," said Harris; "I won't leave yer out o' my sight. Ef there's kidnappin' about an' it looks uncommon like it—you stay safe within these four walls."
"But Giles—Giles?" said Connie.
"I'll fetch Giles 'ere."
"Father! So late?"