“If you want to see Tillie, she's busy.”
“I only want to say how-d 'ye-do. I'm just on my way through town.”
“I'll say it for you.”
A certain doggedness took the place of his tentative smile.
“I'll say it to myself, I guess. I don't want any unpleasantness, but I've come a good ways to see her and I'll hang around until I do.”
Mrs. McKee knew herself routed, and retreated to the kitchen.
“You're wanted out front,” she said.
“Who is it?”
“Never mind. Only, my advice to you is, don't be a fool.”
Tillie went suddenly pale. The hands with which she tied a white apron over her gingham one were shaking.