“Did they give you anything? Why didn't you come into the other side and tell us about it?”
“Mr. George Ramsey gave me ten dollars.”
“Gracious!” said Aunt Maria.
Presently she spoke again. “What did they say?” she asked.
“Not much of anything.”
“Gave you ten dollars?” said Aunt Maria. “Well, you can get enough to make her real comfortable with that. Didn't you get chilled through going over there without anything on?”
“No,” replied Maria, and as she spoke she realized, in the moonlit room, a mass of fur-lined cloak over a chair. She had forgotten to return it to George Ramsey. “I had Mrs. Ramsey's cloak coming home,” she called.
“Well, I'm glad you did. It's awful early to go to bed. Don't you want something?”
“No, thank you.”
“Don't you want me to heat a soapstone and fetch it up to you?”