"But I want to help, Sterling. I can get sewing to do."
"No, no; I won't consent to that."
"Then I won't consent to your working by the day."
"Well, we won't discuss it to-night. We will let the future take care of itself."
Just then the noise of wheels was heard, and a buggy stopped at the door.
"I do believe it's Andy!" exclaimed Mrs. Grant, joyfully.
It was Andy. A minute later, he was in the house.
"I am late," he said. "I lost the regular train, and had to get off at Stacy, six miles away; but I got a man from the stable to bring me over."
"I am glad to see you, Andy," said his mother.
"And so am I," added Sterling Grant, "though it is a sad time."