Light O' The Morning
"Much there will be for him to inherit."
Eager steps were heard on the gravel, and the next instant Nora entered by the open window.
"I have given the order," she said; "Angus will have the trap round in a quarter of an hour."
"That's right, my girl; you didn't let time drag," said her father.
"Angus wants you and mother to be quite ready, for he says Black Bess is nearly off her head with spirit. Now, then, mother, shall I go upstairs and bring down your things?"
"I don't mind if you do, Nora; my back aches a good bit."
"We'll put the air-cushion in the trap," said the Squire, who, notwithstanding her fine-lady airs, had a great respect and admiration for his wife. "We'll make you right cozy, Ellen, and a rattle through the air will do you a sight of good."
"May I drive, father?" said Nora.
"You, little one? Suppose you bring Black Bess down on her knees? That horse is worth three hundred pounds, if she's worth a penny."