"I wish Luella's teeth wouldn't kind o' drop," reflected Jerry Holt. "It makes me dizzy."
He snapped his whip gently, while Molly, reassured, rested in the first position.
"I think I'd ought to call real soon," said Luella. "Don't you?"
"Well, 'f I was you I'd let 'em ketch their breath," remarked Jerry impersonally.
"The Mrs. Lindsay and her daughter stayin' with me, they're related to a young man in Chicago that's a dear friend o' the Barrys," went on Luella eagerly. "I think 't would make the orphan feel more to home to know she had a mewchal friend in the neighborhood. Don't you?"
"Couldn't say," drawled Jerry.
"Sh!" hissed Luella, lowering her voice portentously. "The ladies are about sure their relation had all his money in Lambert Barry's bank. Sh! They think from all they've heard he was a scoundrel. You can't talk about folks that's dead, though, can you?"
"Well, some folks find it's the safest time."
"Well, what do you think, Jerry?" she asked, still low-voiced, pressing close to the wagon.
"I think I got to be goin'. Careful there, Luella. Don't let Molly step on ye."