The men, waiting in line at the creamery, called to her kindly, all but Jacob Kalb, whose wagon was third from the delivery door.
Henry Ebert was at that moment chirruping to his horse to move into place before the platform.
"Sarah!" he called. "Wait once. I move a little piece back, and you can come in first."
Jacob Kalb approved of no such chivalrous impulses.
"Those that come first should have first place," he growled. "I can't wait all day."
But the men only laughed. None of them liked Jacob Kalb.
Sarah swung Dan into line before the door. A week before, she would have called out,—
"Jacob Calf,
He likes to blaff,"