You are only one door from home here, and I'll have your trunk taken right over to the house.
Please sit down a moment.

Ah! my daughter Samantha, Miss Foster.

Excuse me a moment, while I call one of the men." By the time their mother was fairly out of the room, however, Keziah and Pamela were also in it; and Annie thought she had rarely seen three girls whose appearance testified so strongly to the healthiness of the place they lived in.
The flagman's questions and Annie's answers were related quickly enough, and the cause of Michael's blunder was plain at once.
The parlor rang again with peals of laughter; for Dab Kinzer's sisters were ready at any time to look at the funny side of things, and their accidental guest saw no reason for not joining them.
"Your brother Ford is on the bay, crabbing with our Dabney," remarked Samantha, as the widow returned.

But Annie's eyes had been furtively watching her baggage through the window, and saw it swinging upon a broad, red-shirted pair of shoulders, just then; and, before she could bring her mind to bear upon the crab question, Keziah Kinzer exclaimed,-- "If there isn't Mrs.Foster, coming through the garden gate!" "My mother!" and Annie was up and out of the parlor in a twinkling, followed by all the ladies of the Kinzer family.

It was really quite a procession.
Now, if Mrs.Foster was in any degree surprised by her daughter's sudden appearance, or by her getting to the Kinzer house first instead of to her own, it was a curious fact that she did not say so by a word or a look.
Not a breath of it.