“Everyone seems afraid to open their front doors after dark,” thought the lad.
“Well, what’s wanted?” asked a man’s voice.
“Here is the medicine from Mr. Savage.”
“Oh! All right. I’ll be right down,” and the man drew in his head. A woman’s at once replaced it.
“Who is it?” she asked.
“I’m Dan Hardy. I work for Mr. Savage. He sent me with the medicine for his sister.”
“I’m his sister, but a lot of good the medicine will do me now. I’m all over my pain. What kept you so long?”
“I lost my way in the dark.”
“Humph! That’s a fine excuse! More likely you stopped to play. You ought to have been here at nine o’clock.”
“I did not start until nearly seven, madam.”