The Feminine Point of View When Ford stepped upon the porch with the jug in his hand, he gave every indication of having definitely made up his mind.

When he glimpsed Josephine's worried face behind the lace curtain in the window, he dropped the jug lower and held it against his leg in such a way as to indicate that he hoped she could not see it, but otherwise he gave no sign of perturbation.

He walked along the porch to the door of his own room, went in, locked the door after him, and put the jug down on a chair.

He could hear faint sounds of dishes being placed upon the table in the dining-room, which was next to his own, and he knew that dinner was half an hour late; which was unusual in Mrs.Kate's orderly domain.
Mrs.Kate was one of those excellent women whose house is always immaculate, whose meals are ever placed before one when the clock points to a certain hour, and whose table never lacks a salad and a dessert--though how those feats are accomplished upon a cattle ranch must ever remain a mystery.

Ford was therefore justified in taking the second look at his watch and in holding it up to his ear, and also in lifting his eyebrows when all was done.