At this moment Wool reappeared.
"Shut the door, you villain! Do you intend to stand there holding it open on me all night?" vociferated the old man.
Wool hastily closed the offending portals and hurried to his master's side.
"Well, sir, who was it rung the bell?"
"Please, marster, sir, it wer' de Reverend Mr. Parson Goodwin."
"Goodwin? Been to make a sick-call, I suppose, and got caught in the snow-storm. I declare it is as bad to be a parson as it is to be a doctor. Thank the Lord I am not a parson, either; if I were, now, I might be called away from my cozy armchair and fireside to ride twelve miles to comfort some old man dying of quinsy. Well, here--help me into bed, pile on more comforters, tuck me up warm, put a bottle of hot water at my feet, and then go and attend to the parson," said the old man, getting up and moving toward his inviting couch.
"Sar! sar! stop, sar, if you please!" cried Wool, going after him.
"Why, what does the old fool mean?" exclaimed Old Hurricane, angrily.
"Sar, de Reverend Mr. Parson Goodwin say how he must see you yourself, personable, alone!"
"See me, you villain! Didn't you tell him that I had retired?"
"Yes, marse; I tell him how you wer' gone to bed and asleep more'n an hour ago, and he ordered me to come wake you up, and say how it were a matter o' life and death!"
"Life and death? What have I to do with life and death? I won't stir! If the parson wants to see me he will have to come up here and see me in bed," exclaimed Old Hurricane, suiting the action to the word by jumping into bed and drawing all the comforters and blankets up around his head and shoulders.
"Mus' I fetch him reverence up, sar?"
"Yes; I wouldn't get up and go down to see--Washington. Shut the door, you rascal, or I'll throw the bootjack at your wooden head."
Wool obeyed with alacrity and in time to escape the threatened missile.
After an absence of a few minutes he was heard returning, attending upon the footsteps of another. And the next minute he entered, ushering in the Rev. Mr. Goodwin, the parish minister of Bethlehem, St. Mary's.
"How do you do? How do you do? Glad to see you, sir; glad to see you, though obliged to receive you in bed. Fact is, I caught a cold with this severe change of weather, and took a warm negus and went to bed to sweat it off. You'll excuse me. Wool, draw that easy-chair up to my bedside for worthy Mr. Goodwin, and bring him a glass of warm negus. It will do him good after his cold ride."