"King James," said the housekeeper quietly.
"Yes, King James. Well, he says that they didn't mean that kind of a store. Maybe not. But it did the job for me, that verse, just the same."
The whole incident seemed very characteristic, very national, somehow, and I reflected gently upon it as we sat in silence, broken only by Mrs. Leeth's practical, dry voice as she announced:
"Greek Key, Irish weave, spring, 1908, six dozen, fair order.
"Thistle pattern, fall, 1906, four dozen, eight darned, ten badly worn."
It seemed that I had been there a long time....
At length I heard Will's quick, nervous step, and as it neared the door I rose, really reluctantly, and met him.
"I am quite in the doctor's hands," I said, "and I see that he thinks it time for me to leave. Good-bye, Mr. Vail"—he put his hand out for his gloves and cane—"if you are going, too, perhaps, can I take you back in town with me? I motored out."
"I'm afraid you can't," he replied, with his twinkling smile, "because I'm one of the ones that don't get out!"
I stared at him blankly.