The little Winslow house was no longer so quiet, with no sound of voices except those of Barbara and her mother.

There were Red Cross sewing meetings there occasionally, and callers came.

Major Grover was one of the latter.

The major's errands in Orham were more numerous than they had been, and his trips thither much more frequent, in consequence.

And whenever he came he made it a point to drop in, usually at the windmill shop first, and then upon Babbie at the house.