"I'll see that Miss Hawthorn has it the very first moment she comes in." "Thank you, Miss.

It does my old eyes good to see your bright face." He hesitated, then turned slowly.

"Good day, Miss Billy." Billy laid the package on the table.

Her eyes were thoughtful as she looked after the old man, who was now almost to the door.

Something in his bowed form appealed to her strangely.