She affected to sew, but her eyes never left the street.

Between ten and eleven the desired waggon, now unladen, reappeared on its return journey.
But Sam was not looking round him then, and drove on in a reverie.
'Sam!' cried she.
Turning with a start, his face lighted up.

He called to him a little boy to hold the horse, alighted, and came and stood under her window.
'I can't come down easily, Sam, or I would!' she said.

'Did you know I lived here ?' 'Well, Mrs.Twycott, I knew you lived along here somewhere.

I have often looked out for 'ee.' He briefly explained his own presence on the scene.