And Hildebrand after giving Winthrop's hand a shake, into which there went a sort of grateful respect which he would never have yielded to one who had laid any manner of claim to it, dropped into his seat again and pushed off. Winthrop and Winnie turned their steps slowly towards the house.
Very slowly; for each step now was what they had come for. How untravelled the road was!
"How it looks as if we didn't live here, Governor," Winnie said with half a sigh.
"Old Karen and Anderese don't come this way very often," replied her brother.
"Governor, I am very sorry it has got to be sold!"
They walked a few more steps up the rocky path in silence.
"O Governor, look at that great limb of that cedar tree — all dragging! What a pity."
"Broken by the wind," said Winthrop.
"How beautifully the ivy hangs from that cedar — just as it did. Dear Governor, won't you get a saw while you're here, and take off the branch and make it look nice again? — as nice as it can; — and there's the top of that little white pine!" —
"Winter-killed," said Winthrop.