Leeby, as yet in deshabille, was shaving her father at a tremendous rate, and Jess, looking as fresh as a daisy, was ready to receive the visitors.

She was peering through the tiny window-blind looking for them.
"Be cautious, Leeby," Hendry was saying, when Jess shook her hand at him.

"Wheesht," she whispered; "they're comin'." Hendry was hustled into his Sabbath coat, and then came a tap at the door, a very genteel tap.

Jess nodded to Leeby, who softly shoved Hendry into the room.
The tap was repeated, but Leeby pushed her father into a chair and thrust Barrow's Sermons open into his hand.

Then she stole but the house, and swiftly buttoned her wrapper, speaking to Jess by nods the while.