But Mrs.Daniels was'nt pleased a bit and showed plain enough she did'nt like the lady, fine as she was in her ways.

She was going to answer her too, but just then the front door opened and Mr.Blake with his satchel in his hand, came into the house.

And how he did start, to be sure, when he saw them, though he tried to say something perlite which she did'nt seem to take to at all, for after muttering something about not expecting to see him, she put her hand on the knob and was going right out.

But he stopped her and they went into the parlor together while Mrs.Daniels stood staring after them like one mad, her hand held out with his bag and umbrella in it, stiff as a statter in the Central Park.

She did'nt stand so long, though, but came running down the hall, as if she was bewitched.