The wind whipped around the Woodston parsonage. Catherine sat by the window looking outside. Henry had promised to be home an hour earlier, and she imagined all sorts of disasters having befallen him.
Her reverie was interrupted by the cook poking her head in to ask what should be done with the dinner, and Catherine was obliged to leave her spot at the window.
Suddenly, the bell on the front door rang, and Catherine ran to greet Henry. He had been delayed by a flooded stream, but otherwise had no difficulties.
"I'll warm up the dinner, then," the cook declared.