The housekeeper seemed embarrassed, and her plump cheeks reddened.
“I—I declare I forgot to bring 'em after all,” she stammered.
“I want to know. That's funny. You don't often—that is, you didn't use to forget things hardly ever, Emeline.”
“Hum! you remember a lot, don't you.”
“I remember more'n you think I do, Emeline.”
“That's enough of that, Seth. Remember what I told you last time we saw each other.”
“Oh, all right, all right. I ain't rakin' up bygones. I s'pose I deserve all I'm gettin'.”
“I s'pose you do. Well, long's I forgot the eggs I guess I might as well be trottin' back. . . . You—you've been all right—you and Mr. Brown, I mean—for the last few days, while the storm was goin' on?”
“Um-h'm,” gloomily. “How about you two over to the bungalow? You've kept dry and snug, I judge.”
“Yes.”