"Yet you recommended her for the post of housekeeper," said Armathwaite, smiling.
"Yes, sir. She's a rare good cook, and tidy, too. Can't make out what's come over her. She was fair scared to death."
Walker's statement as to Mrs. Jackson's behavior was by no means highly colored. Before he reached the dog-cart, the old woman had hurried into the back garden.
"Betty!" she shrilled. "Betty, where are you?"
A head in a poke-bonnet rose above a clump of tall gooseberry bushes, and a voice answered:
"Yes, mother, what is it?"
"Run, girl, run! What's to be done? Mr. Walker has brought a man to look at the house."
"What house?"
"The Grange, to be sure."
"Oh, mother!"