I wish I could have stayed to decant some port." Nancy and Maggie bustled about, in and out of the kitchen and dairy; and were so deep in their preparations for Mr.Buxton's reception that they were not aware of the very presence of that gentleman himself on the scene.
He had found the front door open, as is the wont in country places, and had walked in; first stopping at the empty parlor, and then finding his way to the place where voices and sounds proclaimed that there were inhabitants.
So he stood there, stooping a little under the low-browed lintels of the kitchen door, and looking large, and red, and warm, but with a pleased and almost amused expression of face.
"Lord bless me, sir! what a start you gave me!" said Nancy, as she suddenly caught sight of him.

"I'll go and tell my missus in a minute that you're come." Off she went, leaving Maggie alone with the great, tall, broad gentleman, smiling at her from his frame in the door-way, but never speaking.

She went on dusting a wine-glass most assiduously.
"Well done, little girl," came out a fine strong voice at last.

"Now I think that will do.

Come and show me the parlor where I may sit down, for I've had a long walk, and am very tired." Maggie took him into the parlor, which was always cool and fresh in the hottest weather.