"Am I?" she asked drowsily, "the room is cold."
She wrapped the shawl about her more closely and nestled into it again.
"Perhaps Hollis will come home with you," her mother began, drawing her own especial chair nearer the fire and settling down as if for a long conversation.
"Mother, you will be chilly;" and, with the instinct that her mother must be taken care of, she sprang up with her eyes still half asleep and attended to the fire.
The dry chips soon kindled a blaze, and she was wide awake with the flush of sleep in her cheeks.
"Why do you think he will?" she asked.
"It looks like it. Mrs. Rheid ran over to-day to tell me that the Captain had offered to give him fifty acres and build him a house, if he would come home for good."
"I wonder if he will like it."
"You ought to know," in a suggestive tone.
"I am not sure. He does not like farming."