“Roscoe!”
“Mother, did you ever hear such a cool, nervy proposition in your life? He wants to see me and he orders me to come to him. Why doesn't he come to me?”
“I suppose he didn't think of it. He is a big man in New York and he has been accustomed to having people come at his convenience. It's his way of doing things, I suppose.”
“Then I don't like the way. This is Denboro, not New York. He will expect me at any time after ten, will he? Well, as Mullet said to Alvin Baker just now at the post-office, I hope he has lots of patience. He'll need it.”
“But what can he want of you?”
“I don't know. Wants to look over his nearest jay neighbor, I should imagine, and see what sort of a curio he is. He thinks it may be necessary to put up barbed wire fences, I suppose.”
“Roscoe, don't be narrow-minded. Mr. Colton's ways aren't ours and we must make allowances.”
“Let him make a few, for a change.”
“Aren't you going to see him?”
“No. At least not until I get good and ready.”