As he looked at her neat gown and noted the grace and ease of her movements the agent acknowledged that he had really "come to the right shop" to untangle his perplexing difficulties.
"New folks is comin' to the Cap'n Wegg farm," he announced, as a beginning.
She turned and looked at him queerly.
"Has Joe sold the place ?" she asked.
"Near a year ago.

Some fool rich man has bought it and is comin' down here to spend his summer vacation, he says.

Here, read his letters.
They'll explain it better 'n I can." Her hand trembled a little as she took the letters McNutt pulled from his pocket.

Then she sat upon a bench and read them all through.

By that time she had regained her composure.
"The gentleman is somewhat eccentric," she remarked; "but he will make no mistake in coming to this delightful place, if he wishes quiet and rest." "Don't know what he's after, I'm sure," replied the man.