"I know it," said his mother, in a subdued tone, and not moving her eye, though Hugh had disappeared.
"It is too cold for him; he is too thinly clad to bear this exposure," said Fleda, anxiously.
"I know it," said his mother, again.
"Can't you tell uncle Rolf? can't you get him to do it? I am afraid Hugh will hurt himself, aunt Lucy."
"I did tell him the other day I did speak to him about it," said Mrs. Rossitur; "but he said there was no reason why Hugh should do it there were plenty of other people "
"But how can he say so when he knows we never can ask Lucas to do anything of the kind, and that other man always contrives to be out of the way when he is wanted? Oh, what is he thinking of?" said Fleda, bitterly, as she saw Hugh again at his work.
It was so rarely that Fleda was seen to shed tears, that they always were a signal of dismay to any of the household. There was even agony in Mrs. Rossitur's voice as she implored her not to give way to them. But, notwithstanding that, Fleda's tears came this time from too deep a spring to be stopped at once.
"It makes me feel as if all was lost, Fleda, when I see you do so."
Fleda put her arms about her neck, and whispered that "she would not" that "she should not "
Yet it was a little while before she could say any more.