"Hillo!"
What a voice! It was rough as the bark of a hickory-tree.
"You can't guess who is come," said Sam,—for it was he,—with a broader grin than before.
"Anybody to see me?" asked Chester.
"Wal, you as much as anybody," replied Sam, throwing his head aside to spit.
"Who is it?" Sarah inquired.
"Guess!"
"How provoking you are, Sam Cone!" exclaimed Lizzie. "Why can't you tell? Georgie said it was Deacon Dustan's carriage that stopped."
"So 'twas; I opened the gate for the deacon to drive through; but somebody came with him—you can't guess who."
Sam spit again, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.