This man Hammond must be a fine chap.

I should like to meet him." Keziah still looked away over the fields.

She did not wish her employer to see her face--just then.
"I thought you would meet him," she said.

"He was here a little while ago and I asked him to wait.

I guess Zeb's yarn was too much for him; he doesn't like to be praised." "So?
Was he here?
At the Regular parsonage?
I'm surprised." "He and I have known each other for a long while." "Well, I'm sorry he's gone.