"Lack-a-day!" said Martha, coming forward, "I guess he'll bring us no good."
"That's a hard speech, Mistress Martha," said the man. "Why should I bring you ought but good from her gracious majesty, Queen Henrietta, whose servant I am?"
She stood before him and looked at him.
"Why," she cried, "you're Peter Kemp!"
"And you be Martha," he said. "Well, the place has agreed with you, Martha; you look ten years younger." And he caught hold of her two hands and shook them.
"Supposing you give me my aunt's letter," broke in Agnes with a stately air, "you can greet each other after."
"I beg your humble pardon," said the man, and fumbling once more in the satchel, he drew out the packet, and without any further trouble gave it to her.
"HE DREW OUT THE PACKETS"
She turned to go, but remembering, looked back and said somewhat haughtily: