However, he stepped to the door, a green-painted affair of boards, and ventured another knock.
"Don't start that poundin' again!" protested the voice.

"Come round to t'other side where I be." So around went the Reverend John, smiling broadly.

But even on "t'other side" there was no one to be seen.

And no door, for that matter.
"Why!" exclaimed the voice, "if 'tain't Mr.Ellery! How d'ye do?
Glad to see you, Mr.Ellery.Fine day, ain't it?
Here I be at this window." Sure enough; one of the windows on this side of the house was raised about six inches at the bottom, the shade was up, and peering beneath the sash the minister discerned the expressive features of Abishai Pepper--or as much of those features as the size of the opening permitted to be seen.
"Oh!" exclaimed the visitor, "is that you, Mr.Pepper?
Well, I'm glad to see you, at last.

You are rather hard to see, even now." Kyan was plainly embarrassed.