Who do you s'pose is in the parlor now with the mistress?
Who, I say ?" Old Tom shook his head.
"There's no tellin'," he declared.
"Yes, there is.

I'm tellin'.

It's--John Pendleton!" "Sho, now! You're jokin', girl." "Not much I am--an' me a-lettin' him in myself--crutches an' all! An' the team he come in a-waitin' this minute at the door for him, jest as if he wa'n't the cranky old crosspatch he is, what never talks ter no one! jest think, Mr.Tom--HIM a-callin' on HER!" "Well, why not ?" demanded the old man, a little aggressively.
Nancy gave him a scornful glance.
"As if you didn't know better'n me!" she derided.
"Eh ?" "Oh, you needn't be so innercent," she retorted with mock indignation; "-- you what led me wildgoose chasin' in the first place!" "What do ye mean ?" Nancy glanced through the open barn door toward the house, and came a step nearer to the old man.
"Listen! 'Twas you that was tellin' me Miss Polly had a lover in the first place, wa'n't it?
Well, one day I thinks I finds two and two, and I puts 'em tergether an' makes four.

But it turns out ter be five--an' no four at all, at all!" With a gesture of indifference Old Tom turned and fell to work.
"If you're goin' ter talk ter me, you've got ter talk plain horse sense," he declared testily.

"I never was no hand for figgers." Nancy laughed.
"Well, it's this," she explained.