having kindled the kitchen fire went out on the porch

"Oh, certainly, certainly! We'll look after everything just as if it was our own.  The sense of strangeness will soon pass--" But his steps were halfway up the stairs.
Mother and daughter listened until they heard him overhead, then, taking the candle, they began a most minute examination of everything in the room.
Poor Holcroft listened also; too worried, anxious, and nervous to sleep until they came up and all sounds ceased in the adjoining apartment.　dermes
Chapter 5 Mrs. Mumpson Takes Up Her Burdens
The next morning Holcroft awoke early.  The rising sun flooded his plain little room with mellow light.  It was impossible to give way to dejection in that radiance, and hope, he scarcely knew why, sprung up in his heart.  He was soon dressed, and   There had been a change in the wind during the night, and now it blew softly from the south.  The air was sweet with the indefinable fragrance of spring.  The ethereal notes of bluebirds were heard on every side.  Migratory robins were feeding in the orchard, whistling and calling their noisy congratulations on arriving at old haunts.  The frost was already oozing from the ground, but the farmer welcomed the mud, knowing that it indicated a long advance toward plowing and planting time.
He bared his head to the sweet, warm air and took long, deep breaths. "If this weather holds," he muttered, "I can soon put in some early potatoes on that warm hillside yonder.  Yes, I can stand even her for the sake of being on the old place in mornings like this. 　reenex cps; The weather'll be getting better every day and I can be out of doors more.  I'll have a stove in my room tonight; I would last night if the old air-tight hadn't given out completely.  I'll take it to town this afternoon and sell it for old iron.  Then I'll get a bran'-new one and put it up in my room.  They can't follow me there and they can't follow me outdoors, and so perhaps I can live in peace and work most of the time."
Thus he was muttering to himself, as lonely people so often do, when he felt that someone was near.  Turning suddenly, he saw Jane half-hidden by the kitchen door.  Finding herself observed, the girl came forward and said in her brief monotonous way:
"Mother'll be down soon.  If you'll show me how you want the coffee and things, I guess I can learn."
"I guess you'll have to, Jane.  There'll be more chance of your teaching your mother than of her teaching you, I fear.  But we'll see, we'll see; it's strange people can't see what's sensible and best for 'em when they see so much."
The child made no reply, but watched him intently as he measured out and then ground half a cup of coffee.
"The firs thing to do," he began kindly, "is to fill the kettle with water fresh drawn from the well.  Never make coffee or tea with water that's been boiled two or three times.  Now, I'll give the kettle a good rinsing, so as to make sure you start with it clean."
Having accomplished this, he filled the vessel at the well and placed it on the fire, remarking as he did so, "Your mother can cook a little, can't she?"
"I s'pose so," Jane replied. "When father was livin' mother said she kept a girl.  Since then, we've visited round.  But she'll learn, and if she can't, I can."
"What on earth--but there's no use of talking.  When the water boils--bubbles up and down, you know--call 　Neo skin labme.  I suppose you and your mother can get the rest of the breakfast?  Oh, good morning, Mrs. Mumpson!  I was just showing Jane about the coffee.  You two can go on and do all the rest, but don't touch the coffee till the kettle boils, and then I'll come in and show you my way, and, if you please, I don't wish it any other way."