"Oh," said Hawker, "you drive the stage for Hemlock Inn ?" The man admitted it.

Hawker said, "Here is the stage." The young woman smiled.
The driver inserted Hawker and his luggage far into the end of the vehicle.

He sat there, crooked forward so that his eyes should see the first coming of the girl into the frame of light at the other end of the stage.

Presently she appeared there.

She was bringing the little boy, the little girl, the nursemaid, and another young woman, who was at once to be known as the mother of the two children.