Your trunks won't get wet, ma'am; I'll see to that." A minute later Jed, an old sweater thrown over his head and shoulders, darted out of the front door of his shop.

The express wagon with Hardy on the driver's seat was just moving off.

Jed called after it.
"Hi, Philander!" he called, raising his voice only a little, for fear of being overheard at the Armstrong house.

"Hi, Philander, come here a minute.

I want to see you." Mr.Hardy looked over his shoulder and then backed his equipage opposite the Winslow gate.
"Hello, Jedidah Shavin's," he observed, with a grin.