Barbara would have followed but her mother laid a detaining hand upon her shoulder.

On the threshold of the door between the dining-room and kitchen Jed paused.
"Ma'am," he said, hesitatingly, "you--you don't cal'late there's anything I can do to--to help, is there?
Anything in the packin' or movin' or anything like that ?" "No, thank you, Mr.Winslow.

The packing was very simple." "Er--yes, ma'am.

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