“What can I do? If I could do anything?” he said helplessly.
Mrs. Simpson dabbed her eyes with a black-bordered handkerchief and tried to pull herself together.
“I never gave way like this before—not even when my husband died. And you mustn’t think me ungrateful. It was very kind indeed of you to buy the sideboard for me. Only, you see how it all is.”
“Well, suppose we get the thing moved away from here at once,” said Andy, ruefully surveying the scene.
Mrs. Simpson looked at him.
“There’s one thing—but I don’t suppose you would—one couldn’t expect——”
“What is it?” demanded Andy. “I’d do anything I could, but I don’t see——”
“Well, I was wondering if you could possibly take care of it for me at the Vicarage until I did get a house where there was room for it.”
“Why, splendid!” said Andy. “The very thing. Of course I will.”
“Splendid!” said Jimmy, butting at Andy’s legs like a young goat.