“Well,” he said, “I s’pose I’d better be goin’.”
Miss Tabitha was bewildered but vaguely cheered by him.
“You must come again....” she said.
“Oh, yes,” said William cheerfully. “I’ll come again lots ... an’ let me know when you’re movin’ again—I’ll come an’ help again.”
Miss Tabitha shuddered slightly.
“Thank you so much,” she said.
*****
He arrived the next afternoon.
“I’ve just come to see,” he said, “how you’re gettin’ on.”
Miss Tabitha was seated at a little table—with a row of playing cards spread out in front of her.