"Nobody but us so far."
"Hain't seen nothing o' Harkey?"
"Not a thing. He sent word he'd be on hand, though."
"M—, well, we've got the machinery invoiced. Guess I'll look around and kind o' get the household things in my mind's eye," said the Deacon, taking on the air of a public functionary.
"All right. We'll have everything ready here in a few minutes."
They returned to work, dusting and scrubbing. The girls with their banter put death into the background as an obscure and infrequent incident of old age.
Sarah again studied the road down the Coolly.
"Well there! I see a team coming up the Coolly now; wonder if it's Emmy."
"Looks more like Bill Gray's team," said one of the girls, looking slyly at Sarah, who grew very red.
"Oh, you're too sharp, ain't you?"