A mysterious boy(3)

At the same time, at home, without him, our family's financial circumstances were from bad to worse bankrupt of family support. The three days of his absence seemed like a long while to us all. Mrs. Earnshaw was doing a dead boring job endlessly, her thick eye bags as if to tell her bitter life. On the fourth day, the train’s sad news came to our home, bringing tears to Mrs. Earnshaw. She shook her head and said, "No, no, he's not dead. I can feel him alive." She still prepared him supper carefully this evening. She put off the banquet hour after hour. There were no signs of his coming; the thing in her heart. The thing in her heart went from disbelief to fear. However, at about eleven o’clock, there's a noise outside the door. The temperature outside was only a few degrees above freezing; Mrs. Earnshaw opened the door without hesitation, which became awkward because of long use. Surprisingly, in stepped Mr. Earnshaw, he threw himself into a chair, for he was nearly killed. He would never again do the same long journey for whatever seasons. The candlelight in the room was flickered, as if to tell his tiredness.