“Depend! Of course you'll write me! Depend on what?”
“On what seems right to me after I have had time to think, and after you have seen your father. I must go, Crawford. Thank you for calling me. I am glad you did. Good-by.”
“Wait! Mary, don't go! Let me say this—”
“Please, Crawford! I'd rather you wouldn't say any more. You understand why, I'm sure. I hope you will have a pleasant trip home and find your father's health much improved. Good-by.”
She hung up the receiver and hastened back to the store. Shadrach and Zoeth looked at her questioningly. Finally the former said:
“Anything important, was it?”
“No, Uncle Shad, not very important.”
“Oh!”
A short interval of silence, then—
“Mrs. Wyeth callin', I presume likely, eh?”