"He told me that Mrs. Armstrong here was movin' back to Luretta Smalley's to-day. Jed Winslow, have you been big enough fool—"
Jed held up the big hand.
"Yes," he said. "I always am."
"You always are—what?"
"A big enough fool. Sam, what is a lease?"
"What is a lease?"
"Yes. Never mind tellin' me; show me. Make out a lease of this house to Mrs. Armstrong here."
Mrs. Armstrong was, naturally, rather surprised.
"Why, Mr. Winslow," she cried; "what are you talking about? We haven't agreed upon rent or—"
"Yes, we have. We've agreed about everything. Er—Babbie, you get your things on and come on over to the shop. You and I mustn't be sittin' 'round here any longer. We've got to get to WORK."