"I am sure he has not been the least entertaining," said Isabel; "has he, Amy 'I"
"It has been dull for Mr. Lufton as well as for us," said Amy, apologetically. "I Wish I was not so much to blame for the uncomfortable night we are likely to pass."
"Oh! the worst is over now," said Isabel. "Allan has come loaded with provisions and with that beautiful rug; I don't wonder at the horse taking it leisurely."
And under the combined feelings of relief at Allan's return and the comfortable sensations which the food and mappings gave rise to, the party recovered their spirits. No meal was ever more heartily enjoyed than this supper, so far fetched and wearied for, though it was groped for in the dark, and eaten in the most unsophisticated manner. Perhaps the solitude had never echoed with such laughter as that with which our young people seasoned their supper. Mr. Lufton recovered his spirits and his temper, and proposed an appropriate toast in a neat speech to their better luck next day, which was drunk in Branxholm wine out of a broken wine-glass by the whole company in succession.
The novelty of the situation kept Amy awake longer than her fatigue. The sky cleared and the dew fell heavily. She watched the moon
