“Not for two hours,” said his mother, decidedly. “She is going to stay here till she gets rested and is a little over it.”
“Perhaps she had better,” said Anderson; “her folks may have gone on a long drive, too.”
“Did you know her before?” asked his mother, suddenly, and a sharp expression came into her soft, blue eyes.
“I have seen her in the store,” replied Anderson, and he was conscious of coloring.
“She knew you, then?” said his mother.
“Yes. She was in the store this morning.”
“It was lucky you were there.”
“Oh, as for that, she was in no danger,” said Anderson, coolly. “The tramp had gone.”
“If you hadn't been there, I believe that poor little thing would have fainted dead away and lain there, nobody knows how long. It doesn't do anybody any good to get such a fright, and she is a thin, delicate little thing.”
“Yes, she had quite a fright,” said Anderson, walking over to the window with the defective shutter. “This shutter must be fixed,” said he.