I've packed Andy's clothes all ready for him." Mary soon reappeared with the carpetbag, and Andy set out on his return.
Presently, as the clock struck nine, he knocked at the door of the Misses Grant.

The elder opened the door for him.
"You are punctual, Andrew," she said, approvingly.
"Yes, ma'am." "Are those your clothes ?" pointing to the bag he carried.
"What few I've got, ma'am.

I'm goin' to buy some more when I've got money enough." "That is right.

We want you to look respectable." "Just so," remarked Sophia, who felt that it was time for her to speak.
Then a brilliant idea seized her.
"If he was a girl, we could give him some of our dresses." "But he isn't," said matter-of-fact Priscilla.
"Or if we were men," continued Sophia, with another brilliant idea.
"But we are not." "Just so," assented her sister, now brought to the end of her suggestions.
By this time Andy was in the house, holding his cap in one hand, and his carpetbag in the other.
"Do you feel tired ?" asked Priscilla.
"Yes, ma'am." "Then, perhaps you would like to go to bed ?" "I would, if it's just the same to you, ma'am." "Very well, follow me, and I will show you your room.

Sophia, perhaps you had better come, too." They went up the front stairs.