"Look-a-here what Mister Grannis gi' me," and she held out the yellow pitcher.

Instantly Miss Baker was in a quiver of confusion.

Every word spoken aloud could be perfectly heard in the next room.

What a stupid drab was this Maria! Could anything be more trying than this position?
"Ain't that right, Mister Grannis ?" called Maria; "didn't you gi' me this pitcher ?" Old Grannis affected not to hear; perspiration stood on his forehead; his timidity overcame him as if he were a ten-year-old schoolboy.

He half rose from his chair, his fingers dancing nervously upon his chin.
Maria opened Miss Baker's closet unconcernedly.