Mrs. Nettley hastily cut her dough into loaves and threw it into the pans.
"You are going, Mrs. Nettley?"
"Why sir — in two hours, you say?"
"Perhaps in so little as that — I am going to see."
"But Mr. Landholm," said the good lady, facing round upon him after bestowing her pans in their place, and looking somewhat concerned, — "Mr. Landholm, do you think she will like me? — Miss Haye?"
Winthrop smiled a little.
"I think she will be very thankful to you, Mrs. Nettley — I can answer no further."
"I suppose it's right to risk that," Mrs. Nettley concluded.
"I'll do what you say, Mr. Landholm."
Without more words Mr. Landholm went out and left the house.
"Are Miss Haye's things all ready?" asked Mrs. Nettley of
Clam, while she nervously untied her apron.