"I am as willing as can be," said Faith.
"I don't know whether they'll want to play it," said Mrs. Stoutenburgh, "but they may; and Sam's never content unless I'm in the fun, whatever it is."
"Of course Miss Faith will play," said the Squire,—"she never refuses to please anybody."
"Mr. Linden said he would," said Sam.
"But how shall you and I manage, Faith?" said Mrs. Stoutenburgh. "They'd tell us in a minute by our dresses—as there are only two of us."
Faith pondered this difficulty with an amused face.
"Sam must lend us some of his jackets or coats, Mrs. Stoutenburgh. Our heads are the worst,—or mine is—you and Sam might be mistaken for each other."
"But there'd be no use in Miss Faith's disguising herself," said Sam naively, "because she's so sweet."
"You wouldn't have her disguise that, would you, Sam?" said Mr. Linden laughing.
"What a boy!" said his mother,—"and what a reflection upon me!"