"And I don't know's I'll tell you a word after he's gone." The call was a long one.

It ended in an odd way.

Emily, sitting by the dining-room window, heard the front door slam and, looking out, saw Mr.Kendrick stalking down the path, a frown on his face and outraged dignity in his bearing.

A moment later Thankful burst into the dining-room.

Her cheeks were flushed and she looked excited and angry.
"What do you think that--that walkin' money-bag came here for ?" she demanded.