"Well, I stopped in at the grocery on my way over, and then I had a bundle to take to Miss Sawyer's, and—Tommy Tweedie told me the rest. Now I guess I'll start in on the winders if you don't mind. I'm in a little mite of a hurry 'cause I've got to go over to Mis' Walton's this afternoon and give her a coat of paint."
"Very well, you'll find the windows in the attic," said Mrs. Darling, reluctantly. "Oh, you said that you were at Miss Sawyer's this morning, how is she?"
"Lookin' pretty fair," replied Sam with some embarrassment.
"I thought that you ought to know."
"Where'd you say them storm-winders was?" Sam asked in an effort to change the subject.
"In the attic. Miss Sawyer would make somebody a good wife."
"I think likely, but—" Sam edged toward the door.
"I've heard, Sam, that you've been going there lately, and that you did not always have a bundle to deliver."
"You're kind of teasin', Mis' Darling, ain't yer?" replied Sam with a grin as he backed out of the room and went up-stairs in search of the storm-windows.