"I do'nt expect to find Nattie there," said Mr. Stone; "yet, I am just going to look at the place; it may afford some trace of her. How is mother now?"
"She has taken a light breakfast, but seems weak, and not inclined to conversation."
"That is better for us. After dinner, I shall find opportunity to go for Tiny, if she still wishes it. I wonder how I can most easily reach the rear of the house."
"You had better ask Biddy," said his wife.
Bridget was called, and the question put to her.
"Shure, an' there's a door just here in the shed, as goes right out there; but it has been banked up with snow iver so long, an' I think ye'd better be afther goin' round by the front street, sir."
"Show me the door of which you speak, Biddy," said Mr. Stone.
"That I will," said the Irish girl; "but I can tell you, it hasn't been opened this whole long winter."
