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And you'd better stay up there till I call you." Susan had finished the room, was about to unpack the heavy-laden shawl strap and shake the wrinkles out of the skirts, folded away for two days now.

She heard the sound of a horse's hoofs, went to the window.

A young man whom she recognized as one of her Uncle Zeke's tenants was hitching to the horse block a well-set-up young mare drawing a species of broad-seated breaking sulky.

He had a handsome common face, a wavy black mustache.