"Whenever he's in the house, always seems to me he's all over," said Clam. "It's about that. He's a governor, you know. Now Miss 'Lizabeth, how am I goin' to fix you for the night?"
"No way," said Elizabeth. "I shall just sleep here, as I am.
Let the lamps burn, and shut down the blinds."
"And then will I go off to the second story and leave you?"
"No, indeed — Fetch something that you can lay on the floor, and stay here with me."
Which Clam presently did; nothing more than a blanket however; and remarked as she curled herself down with her head upon her arm,
"Ain't he a handsome man, Miss 'Lizabeth?"
"Who? —" ungraciously enough.
"Why, the Governor."
"Yes, for aught I know. Lie still and go to sleep, Clam, if you can; and let me."
Very promptly Clam obeyed this command; but her less happy mistress, as soon as the deep drawn breaths told her she was alone again, sat up on her sofa to get in a change of posture a change from pain.