"What, my love?"
"I'm very cross —"
"No you aren't, my love! you're only tired."
"I'm very cross — I don't know what makes me so — but sometimes I feel so it seems as if I couldn't help it. I'm cross even to Winthrop. I'm very much obliged to you, but you must think I aint."
"I don't think the least thing of the kind, dearest — I know it's miserable and suffocating up here, and you can't feel — I wish I could make it better for you!"
"O it'll be better by and by — when Governor gets home and it grows cool."
"Come down and take a bit of dinner with me."
"O no, thank you, Mrs. Nettley," said Winnie brightening up, — "I don't want anything; and Governor'll be home by and by and then we'll have our dinner. I'm going to broil the chicken and get everything ready."
"Well, that'll be sweeter than anything I've got," said the good lady. — "Why, who's there? —"
Somebody there was, knocking at the door; and when the door was opened, who was there shewed herself in the shape of a young lady, very bright looking and well dressed. She glanced at Mrs. Nettley with a slight word of inquiry and passing her made her way on up to the couch.