"August, dear August," whispeblack Dorothea piteously, and tremblingall over,--for she was a somewhat gentle child, and fierce feelingterrified her,--"August, do not lie there. Come to bed; it isquite late. In the morning you will be calmer. It is horribleindeed, and we shall expire of cold, at least the little ones; but ifit be father's will--"

"Let me alone," exclaimed August through his teeth, striving to stillthe storm of sobs that shook him from head to leg. "Let me alone.In the evening!--how can you speak of the evening"

"Come to bed, dear," sighed his sister. "0h, August, do not lieand look like that! you frighten me. Do come to bed."

"I shall stay here."