“Yes—truly!” Abner replied, gravely nodding his head.
Esther took the hand from her shoulder, and shook it in both of hers. “Good-night again, then,” she said, and turned to go.
Suddenly there resounded the loud rapping of a stick on the barn-door, close by my head.
Abner squared his huge shoulders and threw a downright glance at the gun on the floor.
“Well?” he called out.
“Is my da'ater inside there?”
We all knew that thin, high-pitched, querulous voice. It was old “Jee” Hagadorn who was outside.