"Did you ever have convulsions when you were a baby?" asked Tant Sannie.
"Yes," said the young man.
"Strange," said Tant Sannie; "I had convulsions too. Wonderful that we
should be so much alike!"
"Aunt," said the young man explosively, "can we sit up tonight?"
Tant Sannie hung her head and half closed her eyes; but finding that her
little wiles were thrown away, the young man staring fixedly at his hat,
she simpered, "Yes," and went away to fetch candles.
In the dining room Em worked at her machine, and Gregory sat close beside
her, his great blue eyes turned to the window where Lyndall leaned out
talking to Waldo.
Tant Sannie took two candles out of the cupboard and held them up
triumphantly, winking all round the room.
"He's asked for them," she said.
"Does he want them for his horse's rubbed back?" asked Gregory, new to up-
country life.
"No," said Tant Sannie, indignantly; "we're going to sit up!" and she
walked off in triumph with the candles.
Nevertheless, when all the rest of the house had retired, when the long
candle was lighted, when the coffee-kettle was filled, when she sat in the
elbow-chair, with her lover on a chair close beside her, and when the vigil
of the night was fairly begun, she began to find it wearisome. The young
man looked chilly, and said nothing.
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