“All square, then. I want to see Jennie.”
“See who?” asked the woman, in surprise.
“Jennie. You know. Can’t go her last name. Slipped clean out of my head.”
“Miss Arlington is not in. You can’t see her,” said the woman.
“Bet a hoss that I will,” he replied, positively. “Mr. Leonard didn’t send me here on a fool’s errand. Where is she?”
“What do you want? I will give her your errand when she comes in.”
“Maybe so, when you get it,” said Will, mysteriously. “Hope you don’t kalkerlate to pick up secrets that easy. There’s things it don’t do for everybody to know. Where is the gal?”
“She is down there in the wood,” said the servant.
Breaking into a gay ditty, Will hastened off toward the piece of woodland indicated by the woman.
The ground sloped downward from the back of the house into a wide depression that led off toward the Schuylkill. This was occupied by a piece of fine woodland, the trees growing straight and tall, while the undergrowth had been mostly removed, leaving long, green vistas.