"Mrs. Sharp came on here because she was too anxious to stay at home," Nora explained.
"Oh, you're all right."
"We are?" Mrs. Sharp gave a sobbing gasp of relief.
"Only a few acres got to go. That won't hurt you."
"Thank God for that! And it's goin' to be the best crop we ever had. It's the finest country in the world!" Her face was beaming.
"You'd better be getting back," warned Taylor. "Sid's taken the inspector up to give him some dinner."
"He hasn't!" said Mrs. Sharp indignantly. "If that isn't just like a man." She made a gesture condemning the sex. "It's a mercy there's plenty in the house. But I must be getting along right away," she bustled.
"But you mustn't think of walking all that way back in the hot sun," expostulated Nora. "There's Eddie's rig. Reggie, here, will drive you over."
"Oh, thank you, kindly. I'm not used to walking very much, you know, and I'd be all tuckered out by the time I got back home. Good-by, all. Good afternoon, Mrs. Taylor."
"Good afternoon. Reggie, you won't mind driving Mrs. Sharp back. It's only just a little over a mile."