“Now, then!” said a sharp voice, and a young woman came to the inner door; “who do you want?”
“Sally!” whispered Tom excitedly.
“Why, Sally!” I exclaimed, “don’t you know me again?”
“It isn’t Master Harry, is it?” she said wonderingly.
“Yes, Sally,” I said. “Why, how you have altered and improved!”
“Get along, Master Harry; it’s you that’s improved. Who’s that big, stoopid-looking young man with you?”
“Oh, I say!” groaned Tom.
“Oh, I see!” she said carelessly, “it’s the boy!”
“Ain’t she hard on a fellow, Mas’r Harry?” whispered Tom; but I did not reply, for I was questioning Sally.
“What! haven’t you heard?” she said.