23/49 He don't know but what you and me are the best of friends. Maybe it's just as well he don't see me; then there'll be no excuse for talk. I'll step inside and wait." She returned to the kitchen, and Seth went out to meet the wagon. Its driver was the boy who had brought the flypaper and "Job." "Hello," hailed the youngster, pulling in his steed; "how be you, Mr. |