“Yes. Don’t you like it?”
“Well, I’ve been letting it alone lately I guess I’ll not.”
“Oh, don’t be silly, Wint,” she protested, and stamped her foot at him. “I guess a little brandy won’t hurt you!”
“No, probably not,” Wint agreed. “But I’m on the wagon, you see.”
“You make me feel as though I’d done something wrong to offer it to you.”
“Why, no. Only, I....”
They were so interested that neither of them had heard Amos, and neither of them had seen him stop by the gate for a moment, listening to what they said. But when the gate opened, Agnes saw him, and the sight silenced her. Amos came heavily toward the house, and Agnes called to him:
“Wint’s here, dad.”
Amos said: “Oh! Hello, Wint!”
Wint said “Good evening.” Amos was up on the porch by this time, and seemed to discover the lemonade.