"I'm sure he is, dear."
"Yes. Petunia and I like him. I think he's what you said our Bridget was, a rough damson."
"Not damson; diamond, dear."
"Oh, yes. It was damson preserve Mrs. Smalley had for supper last night. I forgot. Petunia told me to say damson; she makes so many mistakes."
They heard the "rough diamond" returning. He seemed to be in a hurry. When he re-entered the little sitting-room he looked very much frightened.
"What is the matter?" demanded Mrs. Armstrong.
Jed gulped.
"They've come back," he whispered. "Godfreys, I forgot 'em, and they've come back. WHAT'LL I do now?"
"But who—who has come back?"
Mr. Winslow waved both hands.