"Wait a minute, I'll call my darter."
In reply to her mother's call a tall maiden lady of forty advanced to the door, with some straw in her hand, for she was braiding straw.
"What's wanted, mother?" she asked.
"Isn't this the same man that sold you that ring?"
"La, no, mother. He was a man of forty-five, and this is only a boy."
"I s'pose you must be right, but I can't see without my specs. Well, I'm sorry you're not the one, for I'd have had you took up onless you'd give back the dollar."
Under the circumstances Walter himself was not sorry that there was no chance of identifying him with his knavish predecessor.
"What have you got to sell?" asked the younger woman.
"A book beautifully illustrated, called 'Scenes in Bible Lands.' Will you allow me to show it to you?"
"He seems quite polite," said the old lady, now disposed to regard Walter more favorably. "Won't you come in?"