'Honor! still awake?'
'Yes, Larry.'
'Will you give me a drop of hot cider? I am chilled. Have you a potato sack I can cast over my shoulders? The dew falls heavily.'
'No sign of the dog yet?'
'None at all. The sheep are browsing at ease. It is dull work standing at a gate watching them. I wish the dog would come.'
'Let us change places, Larry. You come by the fire and I will watch at the gate. The moment that I see him I will give warning.'
'And scare him away! No, Honor, I want the prize-money.'
'Then I will come out and keep you company. Here are two potato sacks, one for your shoulders, the other for mine. If we talk in a low tone we shall not warn off the dog.'
'That is well, Honor. So we shall make the hours spin. The moon is shining brightly. There have been clouds, and then the dew did not fall as cold and chill. I have been hearkening to the owls, what a screeching and a hooting they make, and there is one in the apple-tree snoring like my father.'
'Have you been standing all the while, Larry?'