"He ain't come yet — he's comin'."
"Coming when? And what do you mean by saying he is come?"
"I don't mean nothin' bad," said Clam. "He's just a comin' up the walk from the boat — I see him by the moon."
"See who it is, first, before you do anything with him; and then you can bring me word."
Elizabeth closed her book however, in some little doubt what she should do with herself. She knew, — it darted into her mind, — that it would please Winthrop to find her there; that it would meet his approbation; and then with the stern determination that motives of self-praise, if they came into her head should not come into her life, she hurried out and across the kitchen and hid her book in her own room. Then came out into the kitchen and stood waiting for the steps outside and for the opening of the door.
"You are come in good time," she said, as she met and answered
Winthrop's offered hand.
"I am glad I am in time," he said.
"Karen has been wishing for you particularly to-night — but I don't know that that is any sign, except to the superstitious, that she is in particular danger."
"I shall be all the more welcome, at any rate."
"I don't know whether that is possible, in Karen's case. But did you know she wanted you? — did you know she was ill?"