minute, then went into the house on a run.

Jerome ran to the place where he had left his father's team, untied
the horse, climbed up on the seat, and drove home. He could not go
fast; the old horse could proceed no faster than a walk with a load.
When he came in sight of home he saw a blue flutter at the gate. It
was Elmira's shawl; she was out there watching. When she saw the team
she came running down the road to meet it. "Where's father?" she
cried out. "Jerome, where's father?"

"Dun'no'," said Jerome. He sat high above her, holding the reins. His
pale, set face looked over her head.

"Jerome--haven't you--seen--father?"

"No."

Elmira burst out with a great wail. "Oh, Jerome, where's father?
Jerome, where is he? Is he killed? Oh, father, father!"

"Keep still," said Jerome. "Mother 'll hear you."

"Oh, Jerome, where's father?"

"I tell you, hold your tongue. Do you want to kill mother, too?"

Poor little Elmira, running alongside the team, wept convulsively.
"Elmira, I tell you to keep still," said Jerome, in such a voice that
she immediately choked back her sobs.