“Do stay and rest yourself, sir,” said Mrs. Harris. “You look as if you couldn’t walk another step.”
“Thank you,” replied Mr. Parlin; “an hour’s rest would be very welcome; but I dare not take it; it is growing late.”
The tired man set out again. By the time he reached home, he was so exhausted that he could scarcely speak.
“Why, my dear husband, what is the matter?” said Mrs. Parlin; “and where is Dotty?”
“Safe,” replied Mr. Parlin from the depths of a sofa pillow, “safe!”
“Safe?”
“Yes, at Mrs. Harris’s.”
“At Mrs. Harris’s, Edward? What is she doing there?”
“Having a good nap.”