“Don’t you remember me, Mrs. Fox?” asked Harry.
“Land’s sake! It ain’t Harry Vane!” she exclaimed in wonder.
“Yes, it is,” answered Harry, smiling. “I hope Mr. Fox and Joel are well.”
“Come in, and I’ll call Joel. You’ve been doing well, ain’t you?” she asked, surveying him with eager curiosity.
“I have been very fortunate indeed.”
“I thought you was drowned—wrecked on a ship or something.”
“If I was, I have come to life again.”
“Well, well, it’s strange. I’ll call Joel.”
Joel, who was at the barn, soon entered. He, too, surveyed Harry curiously.
“How d’y’do?” he said. “I never expected to set eyes on you again. Is that a gold watch you have?”