The man pushed his way through the gate and insisted on entering the house.
This was wholly unnecessary Barkswell thought, but he permitted the peddler to have his way.
Iris and her brother entered t spread out his wares.
He talked glibly, but was such a repulsive-looking personage as to render his long stay objectionable. In order to be rid of him Mrs. Barkswell made a small purchase, after which, finding that he could sell nothing further, the peddler thrust his wares back into the tin box and shuffled out of the room.
"Pretty place you've got here," he remarked, as he stood on the porch and gazed about him.
"Yes," admitted Barkswell.
"You own it?"
"Yes."
"Your name is—"
"Bordine."