Presently the long-drawn blast of the tin horn sounded upon her ears, and again she smiled, but it was the smile of contempt.
"How primitive," she meditated. "And to think of Miss Rivers picking berries like an ordinary country girl! I wonder if her father knows where she is, and what she is doing. I believe the Andrewses have a daughter. I suppose I must invite her, too."
In a few minutes Abner returned, sat down upon a chair near the piano, and crossed his legs.
"There, I guess that'll bring her," he remarked. "Tildy'll think the house is on fire. She's most scared to death of fire, Tildy is."
"You have a beautiful place here," and the woman glanced out of the window on her left as she spoke.
"'Tain't too bad, considerin' everythin'."
"And the view is magnificent, Mr. Andrews."
"So Ikey Dimock told me t'other day."
"Was Mr. Dimock here?"
"Yep. He called to see me when I was hoein' pertaters."