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The moment she appeared, however, he withdrew the stick he was crowding
in, and began to close some of the draughts. But she said to him:
"Don't do that, Sam. Let it burn; put on more. I am very cold. And light
a candle, Sam; three candles! It is so dark here, and the wind howls so.
Does it say anything to you, Sam? Any word, I mean?"
Sam had no idea what she meant, nor, indeed, did he think if she meant
any thing, for his wits came slowly. People called him stupid, and this
was his greatest recommendation to Hannah, who could not have had a
bright, quick-seeing boy in her household.
Sam suited her, and his answer to her question was characteristic of
him.
"No, I don't hear nothin' it says, only it screams like a panther in a
fit," and Sam deliberately lighted the three candles, and placed them on
the table, while Hannah drew a hard wooden chair to the stove, and
putting her feet upon the hearth, clasped her hands around her knees,
and sat there till she was thoroughly warm, and her nerves were quieted.


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