CHAPTER XLVII.
TEASING CONTINUALLY.
All the next day the house at Piney Cove was in confusion with guests coming and going. This husband and wife were not once left alone.
Mrs. Harrington had come up to spend the day, and go out with them in the evening, and Tom Fuller was at his post as usual, though he appeared with a very blank face indeed.
"You look more like Don Quixote than ever," was Elsie's salutation, as he entered the room, where she sat with Elizabeth and their guests.
"How do you do, Mr. Fuller?" cried the widow. "I wonder you have any patience at all with that little witch; she teases you constantly; I am sure you must be amiability itself."
"She won't have the chance for some time to come, more's the pity," returned Tom, disconsolately.
"And why not, pray?" demanded Elsie.
"Because I've got to go to Pittsburg, and flounder about in coal mines, and the Lord knows what."
"Have you business there?" asked Elizabeth.