But whatever other smell there was, the earthy smell persisted.

And it was the smell of the house, too.
"Who's at the gate with your Uncle Zeke ?" inquired Sallie.
"Ain't it George ?" "Yes," said Susan.
"Why don't he come in ?" She raised her voice.

"George, ain't you coming in ?" "Howdy, Sallie," called George.

"You take the girl in.

Zeke and I'll be along." "Some business, I reckon," said her aunt to Susan.