Mrs. Little forebore to press him further just then. She sat silent at her work, and he at his, till they were aroused by a fly drawing up at the door.
A fine young woman got out with something heavy, and holding it like a child in one arm, rapped at the door with the hand that was disengaged.
Mrs. Little opened the door to her, and she and Jael Dence surveyed each other with calm but searching eyes.
“If you please, ma'am, does Mr. Little bide here?”
Mrs. Little said yes, with a smile: for Jael's face and modesty pleased her at first sight.
“I have something for him.”
“I'll give it to him.”
“If you please, ma'am, I was to give it him myself.”
Henry recognized the voice, opened the door, and invited her in.
Mrs. Little followed her, full of suppressed curiosity.