Now, why didn't I think of that afore?
More'n likely there'd be somethin' in that to help you with that geographical tree.

I used to put down everything that happened, and--Where you goin' ?" Miss Dawes had risen and was peering out of the window.
"I was looking to see if my driver was anywhere about," she replied.

"I thought perhaps he would drive over to Mrs.Atwood's and get the diary for you.

But I don't see him." Just then, from around the corner of the house, peeped an agitated face; an agitated forefinger beckoned.

Debby stepped to the window beside her visitor, and the face and finger went out of sight as if pulled by a string.
Miss Phoebe smiled.
"I think I'll go out and look for him," she said.