"I can't go without books," said Elizabeth.
"You'll have 'em in the mornin'," suggested the miller.
"O leave it, Lizzie, and come along!" said her companion. "See how late it's getting."
"I can't go without some books," said Elizabeth; "I shouldn't know what to do with myself. You are sure you can't take the box?"
"Certainly," said Winthrop smiling. "She would draw too much water, with this tide."
"Yes, you'd be on the bottom and no mistake, when you got in the bay," said Mr. Cowslip.
Elizabeth looked from one to the other.
"Then just get something and open the box if you please," she said, indicating her command to Winthrop; "and I will take out a few, till I get the rest."
"O Lizzie!" urged her companion, — "let the books wait!"
But she and her expostulation got no sort of attention. Miss Lizzie walked up the hill again to await the unpacking of the box. Miss Cadwallader straightened herself against a post, while Mr. Cowslip and Winthrop went to the store for a hammer.