Randolph looked out, and the gentleman in the carriage made an imperious beckoning motion.
"Why, he is beckoning you!" said Mrs.Anderson, amazedly and indignantly.
Anderson moved towards the door.
"You are not going out when you are beckoned to in that way ?" cried his mother.
Anderson laughed.

"You forget, mother," he said, "that a grocer is at the beck and call of his patrons." "I am ashamed of you!" she said, hotly, her fair old face flushing, "to have no more pride--" Anderson laughed again.

"I am too proud to have pride," he said, and went out of the room.

He went leisurely down the steps, and crossed the little brick walk to the gate, and then approached the carriage.
The gentleman inside, with what seemed an unpremeditated movement, raised his hat.

Randolph bowed.