Hunch rose and slowly buttoned his ulster.
“You give her them things, won't you, Joe? I dunno as I'd say anything about my bringing them down.”
“Why, hold on, man; you ain't going now. Martha's out getting some dinner for you.”
“Sorry,” said Hunch. “I got to get back.”
“Oh, pshaw, Hunch; this ain't right. Wait a minute, anyhow. I guess Mis' Considine would like to see you. She's right upstairs.”
“No,” said Hunch, slowly, “she don't want to see me.” Cartier looked at him a little surprised, then suddenly grew embarrassed.
“I forgot,” he said; “I clean forgot. No, I don't s'pose she does.”
Hunch turned and felt for the doorknob. Mrs. Cartier was coming in from the kitchen, and she hurried forward.
“Don't let him go now, Joe. His dinner's all ready.”
“That's right,” Joe urged. “You see, you can't go, Hunch.”