The sweater, wrapped about the post where, in summer, a wooden sailor brandished his paddles, flapped soggily in the wind.

Hardy gazed after him.
"What in time-- ?" he exclaimed.

Then, raising his voice, he called: "Hi, Jed! Jed! You crazy critter! What--Jed, hold on a minute, didn't you know she was goin'?
Didn't she tell you?
Jed!" But Jed had entered the shop and closed the door.

Philander drove off, shaking his head and chuckling to himself.
A few minutes later Mrs.Armstrong, hearing a knock at the rear door of the Winslow house, opened it to find her landlord standing on the threshold.

He was bareheaded and he had no umbrella.
"Why, Mr.Winslow!" she exclaimed.