Philip regarded the disconnected pieces dubiously—"I guess I'd have to be amputated at the knees to use that."
"Well,"—Eliza shook her head quickly. "Take it anyway, and do what you've a mind to with it, only don't tell me. The beddin''s in the barrel with the dishes—you said you'd be glad of a chair, so here's one, and the two in the parlor are for you. You can take 'em right along. I haven't got very long to wait anyway. I calc'late to go to the station early."
Phil touched her shoulder with his hand.
"I'll see that you get to the station early enough."
"You mustn't think o' me," said Eliza, as Phil picked up some of the furniture and started for the stairs.
When he returned for the next load he brought the expressman with him. Together they took the last of the articles down the stairway.
Eliza stood at the top and watched the final descent.
"Good-bye Mr. Sidney," she said.
He smiled brightly up at her across a couple of chairs, and the easel.