Anyhow he'd feel that 'twas her that was doin' the
favor, not John D. . . . And I guess he'd be right; I don't know
any Vanderbilts, but I've known Maud since she was a baby. She's a--"
He paused, inspecting a nick in the chisel edge. Again Phillips
shifted in his seat on the edge of the workbench.
"Well?" he asked.
"Eh?" Jed looked up in mild inquiry. "What is it?" he said.
"That's what I want to know--what is it? You were talking about
Maud Hunniwell. You said you had known her since she was a baby
and that she was--something or other; that was as far as you got."
"Sho! . . . Hum. . . . Oh, yes, yes; I was goin' to say she was a
mighty nice girl, as nice as she is good-lookin' and lively.
There's a dozen young chaps in this county crazy about her this
minute, but there ain't any one of 'em good enough for her. . . .
Hello, you goin' so soon? 'Tisn't half-past nine yet, is it?"
Phillips did not answer. His somber expression was still in
evidence. Jed would have liked to cheer him up, but he did not
know how. However he made an attempt by changing the subject.
"How is Babbie this mornin'?" he asked.
"She's as lively as a cricket, of course. And full of excitement.
She's going to school next Monday, you know. You'll rather miss
her about the shop here, won't you?"
"Miss her! My land of Goshen! I shouldn't be surprised if I
follered her to school myself, like Mary's little lamb.
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