Mrs. Bunker stood warming her hands by the hall fire. "The dampness isn't off the rooms yet."
"They've bin closed s'long, yer see," said Haller, lighting his pipe in the doorway. "Waal, I opened up everything, lettin' in the sun, soon as I knowed yer was comin'."
"Now that he's lit his pipe," thought Mrs. Bunker, "it won't go out while we're here."
He stalked leisurely through the rooms, throwing a fresh log on every fire, and looking about proudly, as though he could well be congratulated upon his preparations.
"Everything looks very nice, Henry," said Mrs. Stillwater, "just as if we left yesterday."
Another pipe saluted Mrs. Bunker at the entrance. It belonged to the second guide, who was somewhat brisker in appearance than Haller.
"Waal, haow d'ye find things lookin', ma'am?" he said, with a cheery laugh.
"They're looking all right, William," answered Mrs. Bunker, graciously. She liked him better than Haller, who had an irritating effect on her.
"Will it be a good season for deer?" said Indiana, running down the stairs.
William puffed slowly and seriously.