It was a rainy day, when he called, only to find Jack Stewart out, while George and Bill were tinkering about the barn. They had not been informed of his purchase.
"Oh, it is you—Mr. Baptiste," cried Agnes upon opening the door in response to his knock. "Come right in."
"Where's the governor?" he inquired when seated.
"Search me," she laughed. "Papa's always out, rain or shine."
"Busy man."
"Yes. Busy but never gets anything by it, apparently."
She was full of humor, her eyes twinkled. He was also. It was a day to be grateful. Rainfall, though it bring delay in the work, such days always are appreciated in a new country. It made those there feel more confident.
"Lots of rain."
"Yes. I suppose you are glad," she said interestedly.
"Well, I should be."