James hesitated.
"What is it, James?"
"He, well, he is not exactly a gentleman; he looks like a man from the country."
"That ain't nothin' to disgrace him for life. I'm from the country too, and I'm real glad to see any one from the place where I was raised. I ain't seen no one from there for a long time."
When she went downstairs she found a rather florid man, about fifty years of age, dressed as a farmer would dress when out on a holiday. She extended her hand cordially.
"James tells me you are from Adams," she said. "I'm real glad to see somebody from there. Set down. Won't you take off your coat?"
The man removed his overcoat and sat down.
"I am John Gleason," he said; "the brother of James Gleason, who owns the Spring Valley Stock Farm, just out of Adams."
Drusilla thought for a moment.
"I don't seem to recall the name, but perhaps you moved there sence I went away."