"Now, then," cried Matthew, angrily, "see what you've done!" And stopping first to pick up the baby, it gave Elvira just the time she wanted. But where should she fly?
Just then a gust of wind answered her. It blew the crazy old door, always loose on its hinges, free, and with a whoop she pushed it wide, and flew out with her prize.
"All right. Now you won't come in again," declared Matthew, decidedly, who had set Susan in her mother's lap, and slamming the door, he pushed an old nail into the hole over the latch. "That fixes you, Miss Elviry Hansell," and back he went to the interrupted scene of his operations.
"Where's Elviry?" asked Luke, anxiously, as the bustle went on.
"Outdoors," said Matthew, concisely.
"Outdoors?" repeated Luke. "It's cold there."
"Well, she can run and keep warm. I'm goin' to let her in, in a minute. Now, then, we've everythin' out," peering into the box-depth.
"Let's get into a ring round Mammy an' open 'em one at a time," said Mark.
"All right," said Matthew, approvingly. "Come on, move the bundles. All hands now. Take hold, Luke."
But Luke stood quite still. "She can't keep warm a-runnin'," he said.