Mrs.Doctor Weaver came forward, a shade of anxiety on her face.
"Mrs.Doctor Weaver, I suppose," said Eliph' Hewlitt.

"Well, my name is Hewlitt, Eliph' Hewlitt, and I heard of this sale at the hotel.

The landlord said strangers were welcome----" "Of course they are!" exclaimed Mrs.Doctor Weaver.

"I'm afraid all the best things are gone, they went off so quickly to-night; but you're just as welcome, I'm sure, an' mebby you'll find something you'd like, though I suppose you're a travelin' man, an' I don't see what you'd do with a knit tidy, or a rickrack pin cushion, unless you've got a sister or a wife to send it to.

But mebby you ain't a drummer after all ?" "Well, yes, I'm a sort of a drummer," said Eliph', tapping his parcel.
"Book agent, you know.