"I am fifteen years old," said Sarah. "And if they would take the farm and only leave me raise chickens I can get along."
The stranger's eyes met Miss Miflin's.
"She is a very capable little girl," said Miss Miflin.
Then the twins, who had marveled at the "electricity cars" and the tall buildings, were still further astonished. The gentleman got up and crossed the room, and took down a little horn which was hanging against the wall. Then he began to talk. The twins' mouths opened involuntarily.
"Is this the clerk's office? Can you get Weaver and his client—" He turned to Sarah. "What did you say the uncle's name is? Swartz? Oh yes—Can you get Weaver and Swartz here for a hearing this afternoon? They're in the court-house now? Oh, very well. Yes, right away."
Then the stranger hung up the little horn once more. He smiled at Miss Miflin and the children.
"Would you mind coming to tell the judge what you have told me?" he said.
"Will it be in the court-room?" asked Miss Miflin. She grew more and more poignantly conscious of the strangeness of her errand. But this stranger was evidently accustomed to court business and he seemed encouraging.