"Joe thinks Daisy's home again by now!" she said, smiling to herself.
Before the door was well open, she heard Chandler's voice.

"Don't be scared this time, Mrs.Bunting!" But though not exactly scared, she did give a gasp of surprise.

For there stood Joe, made up to represent a public-house loafer; and he looked the part to perfection, with his hair combed down raggedly over his forehead, his seedy-looking, ill-fitting, dirty clothes, and greenish-black pot hat.
"I haven't a minute," he said a little breathlessly.

"But I thought I'd just run in to know if Miss Daisy was safe home again.

You got my telegram all right?
I couldn't send no other kind of message." "She's not back yet.