While he was working, the room suddenly darkened, and as he looked up he saw Mrs.
Judge Prency herself.
"Why it's Mr.Kimper! Are you working here ?" "Only to finish a job that was promised for this afternoon, Mrs.
Prency." "Where's Larry ?" "He felt very badly," said Sam, "an' he wanted to go home, an' I promised to finish his work for him.

I believe this is your job, ma'am ?" said he, holding the shoe in the air for an instant.
"Yes," said the judge's wife.

"I will sit down for a moment, if you will allow me, while you finish it." "Certainly, ma'am," said Sam, plying the needle and awl vigorously.

He looked up only for a second at a time during the next few moments, but what he saw impressed him very favorably.

Mrs.Prency was not a young woman, but apparently she had a clear conscience and a good digestion, for she sat with an entirely satisfied and cheerful air, with her shoulders against the back of the chair, as if it were a real pleasure to rest against something, while her cheeks flushed, probably from the exertion of a rapid walk from some other portion of the town.