"What did he write you for, when you was keeping house for him, anyway?" asked Mrs. Dunstall.
"He was gone to Ledge Centre for the license."
"I never see why you married him," said Mrs. Dunstall; "he paid you for keeping house for him before that, didn't he?"
"Yes, but he had his mind set on marrying some one, and I thought I'd better marry him than any one else. And I was fond of the children, and I didn't know nothing about the mortgages. I always say we was real fashionable. I didn't know nothing about the mortgages, and he thought I had some money in the bank. Well, it was an even thing when it all came out. I guess marriage generally is. Everything else, too."
"I don't see why the mail don't come, if it's in," said Mrs. Dunstall.
Mrs. Ray went to the window and looked out.
"It'll come soon now," she declared, hopefully.
"But I can't wait any longer," said Mrs. Dunstall, rising, "I wasn't expecting anything, anyway. Come, Pinkie."
They both rose and started to go out together.
But just at the door they met one of the surveyors.