gh when green hides are too fresh
they can be tanned; don't forget that, young feller. Any more chatty
remarks you've got to heave over? No? Well, all right; then I'd be
trottin' back home if I was you. Henry G.'ll have to shut up shop if you
deprive him of your valuable services too long. Good day to you."

The driver, somewhat abashed, gathered up the reins. "I didn't mean to
make you mad," he observed. "Anything in our line you want to order?"

"No. I'm cal'latin' to go to the village myself this afternoon, and if I
want any more groceries I'll order 'em then. As for makin' me mad--well,
don't you flatter yourself. A moskeeter can pester me, but he don't make
me mad but once--and his funeral's held right afterwards. Now trot along
and keep in the shade much as you can. You're so fresh the sun might
spile you."

The boy, looking rather foolish, laughed and drove out of the yard.
Seth, his arms full, went back to the kitchen. He dumped the packages
and newspapers on the table and began sorting the letters.

"Here you are, Emeline," he said. "Here's Miss Graham's mail and
somethin' for you."

"For me?" The housekeeper was surprised. "A letter for me! What is it, I
wonder? Somethin' about sellin' the house maybe."

She took the letter from him and turned to the light before opening it.
Seth sat down in the rocker and began inspecting his own assortment
of circulars and papers. Suddenly he heard a sound from his companion.
Glancing up he saw that she was leaning against the doorpost, the open
letter in her hand, and on her face an expression which caused him to
spring from his chair.

"What is it, Emeline?" he demanded. "Any bad news?"

She scarcely noticed him until he spoke again. Then she shook her head.

"No," she said slowly. "Nothin' but--but what I might have expected."

"But what is it? It is bad news. Can't I help you? Please let me, if I
can. I--I'd like to."

She looked at him strangely, and then turned away. "I guess nobody can
help me," she answered. "Least of all, you."

"Why not? I'd like to; honest, I would. If it's about that house
business maybe I--"

"It ain't"

"Then what is it? Please, Emeline. I know you don't think much of me.
Maybe you've got good reasons; I'm past the place where I'd deny that.
I--I've been feelin' meaner'n meaner every day lately. I--I don't know's
I done right in runnin' off and leavin' you the way I did. Don't you
s'pose you could give me another chance? Emelin