"Oh, well; put it that way, if you like."
Philip's goods began to arrive a day later, in farm wagons, moving almost in procession to and from Claybanks and the railway town, and several men worked at unpacking them, while Philip and Grace arranged them on the shelves and under the counters. When Saturday night ended the fourth day, the merchant and his wife were fit to enjoy a day of rest on Sunday. Sunday morning came, and while Philip and Grace were leisurely preparing their breakfast, there was a knock at the door. Philip opened it, and shouted:—
"Grace!"
Grace hurried from the kitchen, embraced a lady whom she saw, and exclaimed:—
"Mary Truett!"
"Mrs. Wright, if you please," replied the lady.
"I beg a thousand pardons!" Grace gasped. She soon recovered herself and looked very roguish as she continued, "Won't you kindly introduce me to the distinguished-looking stranger beside you?"
Then Caleb pushed his hat to the back of his head, slapped his leg noisily, and exclaimed:—
"Distinguished—looking—stranger! Hooray!"