“What name did you say?” she asked sharply.
“John Baring.”
The lady’s lips parted and a brilliant red appeared upon her cheeks.
“You would much better have stayed in the West!” said she sharply. “You made a great mistake to come back.”
Elizabeth stared. She had brought the woman’s order in from the wagon in a basket. Now, without taking out the articles, she lifted the basket and started toward the street.
“I didn’t mean that I wouldn’t buy your things this time, especially as I have ordered them!” came a loud protest.
Elizabeth made no answer. She went out of the gate and closed it carefully behind her.
“Let us drive on quickly, Herbert!”
“What is the matter?”
“There is a crazy woman in there.”