[CHAPTER V]
THE WIDOW
LIFE went on very quietly for Monica and Sidney after Randolph left them.
But one afternoon, as Sidney and her father were sitting together in the garden, Major Urquhart came limping out to them in some excitement.
"It's what I always say," he declared, sitting down heavily in a garden chair; "brain and knack are better servants than strength. Six men—brawny fellows, too—all perspiring and cursing and shouting, and with no more notion than a child how to get a bit of furniture in at a door!"
"And then you walked by with your brain and knack, and the thing was done," said Sidney laughing. "At which village move have you been assisting? I know there are one or two flittings on hand."
"Lovelace's Cottage—bottom of the hill."
Sidney sat up and looked interested.
"I heard a lady had taken that. Did you see her?"
"Yes, I did. An uncommonly sensible little woman; but her workmen were bunglers. I passed by and lent a hand."