'Won't it do if I fetch it to-morrow ?' But no, she--" Jed held up a protesting hand.

"I don't doubt she wants your photograph, Philander," he drawled.

"Your kind of face is rare.
But I heard you say somethin' about comin' for trunks.

Whose trunks ?" "Whose?
Why, hers and the young-one's, I presume likely.

'Twas them I fetched from Luretta Smalley's.