"Where are you going?" cried the stranger, in a tone of alarm.
"To make you up a bed."
"I would rather remain by the fire all night; if you will promise to stay with me."
"But my mother would wonder what had become of me. I must leave you, and go to bed."
Noah caught her little hand as she glided past him, and pulled her violently back—
"I will not part with you—you must stay."
"Bless me, how timid you are! How you shake and tremble! I cannot understand this fear in a big man like you."
"I should grow courageous if you were always by my side."
"Perhaps you would soon be as much afraid of me as of the ghost," said Sophy, looking up into his sad eyes with a playful smile.
"The ghost again! But tell me, my pretty maid, have you a sweetheart?"