"Miss Upton cal'lated to get some things from her customers and fix 'em over, but Mr. Barry, he wouldn't have it so."
"Are you referring to my son?"
"Yes, Miss Upton said he turned up his nose at hand-me-downs, so she had to jest brace up and git 'em new."
Mrs. Whipp's eyes seemed to see far away and her expression under the protecting towel was one quite novel.
Mrs. Barry cleared her throat.
"My son was here, then, before he went away on his—his little trip."
"Yes," replied Mrs. Whipp, appearing to perceive Dan Cupid over her visitor's shoulder. "He come in to bring the apple blossoms and ask how Geraldine was, and that night sech a box o' candy as he sent her! You'd ought to 'a' seen it, Mis' Barry. P'r'aps you did see it." Charlotte met the lady's steady eyes eagerly.
"No, I did not see it."
"Well, that poor little girl she couldn't half enjoy them bon-bons, 'cause she was so scared somethin' was goin' to happen to Mr. Barry."
"What do you mean?"