“Is your letter satisfactory?” he questioned, curiously, as she slipped it back into the envelope.
“Mrs. Mackenzie is very feeble; she wishes to come to Bensalem for the change, and asks me to go and bring her and Judith.”
“But you and Miss Rody will not want the trouble of sick folks.”
“We want her,” said Miss Affy, rising; “I will leave your book in the post-office, Mr. Gunn, so you need not blow the horn when you hear me open the door.”
“But it may not be you; how shall I know?”
“True enough. Blow your horn, then.”
“You can look in if it’s you, and Sarah isn’t there.”
“Where is the book to take back?”
“‘Tempest and Sunshine.’ Oh, Sarah hasn’t finished it yet. I forgot that,” he said disappointedly. “She read it yesterday and gave me nothing but bread and milk for supper, and I wanted pork and eggs. She was on it long enough to finish,” he grumbled.
“No matter, then. I’ll get one for myself. It will be the first book I have taken from the library.”