His expression was pleasant, and he was remarkably cool.
"Yes, ma'am," he said, gravely.

"I'll be glad to tell you who I am, if you'd like to have me.

I'd have done it before, but I thought there weren't any use troublin' you with my affairs.

But, just a minute--" he hesitated--"I haven't made any mistake, have I?
I understood your steward--the feller with the brass buttons, to say that Abijah Warren's children lived here.

That's so, ain't it?
If not, then I _am_ mistaken." Mrs.Dunn regarded him with indignation.