"No. Who should come?" said Elizabeth sternly. "Whom should I want to see?"
"Don't you want to see anybody, ever? I do. I don't like to be in a desert so."
Elizabeth was silent, with a set of the lips that told of thoughts at work.
"Doesn't Winthrop Landholm come here?"
"No!"
"I'm not used to it," said Rose whimpering, — "I can't live so. It makes me feel dreadfully."
"Whom do you want to see, Rose?" said Elizabeth, with an expression that ought to have reminded her companion whom she was dealing with.
"I don't care who — any one. It's dreadful to live so, and see nothing but the leaves shaking and the river rolling and this great empty place."
"Empty!" said Elizabeth, with again a quick glancing laugh. "Well! — you are yourself yet! But at any rate the leaves don't shake much to-day."
"They did last night," said Rose. "I was so frightened I didn't know what to do, and with no man in the house either, good for anything — I didn't sleep a wink till after one o'clock."