“Good-morning. Do you need any vegetables?”
“Why, yes,” answered the lady. “I shall be glad to have vegetables. Now that we have a curb market in the town, no one stops here.”
“We have onions and peas and lettuce and radishes.”
The lady came out to inspect the wares.
“They’re fine! I’ll have some of each.”
When the bargain was complete, Elizabeth, in friendly fashion, told who she was. The crisp bill in her hand was an earnest of future success.
“Our grandfather was John Baring who lived in one of the old houses between here and Chambersburg. It stands a little back from the road on the first steep hill above Cashtown. Perhaps you’ve seen it?”
The lady did not say. She looked curiously at Elizabeth.
“We mean to live there and raise apples. We came early in the spring and planted our garden and it has grown splendidly. You are our first customer. When would you like another supply? The day after to-morrow?”
The lady hesitated. Her expression had changed. Then she began to speak rapidly.