Now I have a favor to ask." "Name it, sir." "Place me, if convenient, where I can hear the interview between Mr.
Davenport and yourself without myself being seen." Ben conducted Dinsmore into the kitchen opening out of the sitting room, and gave him a chair.
At five minute to twelve there was a knock at the outer door, and Ben admitted Squire Davenport.
"So you are home again, Benjamin," said the squire.

"Had enough of the city ?" "I am taking a vacation.

I thought mother would need me to-day." "She will--to help her move." "Step in, sir." Squire Davenport, with the air of a master, followed Ben into the sitting room.

Mrs.Barclay sat quietly at the table with her sewing in hand.
"Good-day, widow," said the squire patronizingly.
He was rather surprised at her quiet, unruffled, demeanor.

He expected to find her tearful and sad.
"Good-day, Squire Davenport," she said quietly.