"Not for a minute," she affirmed.
There was another pause, then; but the ice was broken. A subtle sympathy seemed established between the two.
"What do you think of 'Rast's chances?" she asked, presently, as she threaded new cotton into her needle.
"I guess he'll win. He's worked hard enough, anyhow."
"Has he?"
"Yes; 'Rast's a good worker. He don't leave any stone unturned. He's up to all the tricks o' the trade, is 'Rast Hopkins!"
Here he began shaking with silent laughter, and Mrs. Hopkins looked at him curiously.
"What are you laughing at?" she inquired, with a sniff of disdain.
"At—at the way he come it over the gals up at Elmhurst. 'Rast's a pretty slick one, he is!"
"What do you mean?"