It was the first time that he had come to that house of his own accord since she had occupied it.
Now he stood there, in the rain, looking at her without speaking.
"Why, Mr.Winslow," she said again.

"What is it?
Come in, won't you?
You're soaking wet.

Come in!" Jed looked down at the sleeves of his jacket.

"Eh ?" he drawled, slowly.

"Wet?
Why, I don't know's I ain't--a little.