young man greeted him cordially and they stopped a moment to talk, while the hiding woman watched.
“Howdy, Uncle Jim.”
“Howdy, son. Hit’s hot, ain’t it? How is you?”
“Tolerable, how are you?”
‚ÄúPoorly, son, poorly‚ÅÝ‚Äîand worser in mind. I‚Äôse goin‚Äô up to talk to old Miss.‚Äù
“So am I, but I just see Aunt Rachel going in. We’d better wait.”
Miss Smith started up at the timid knocking, and rubbed her eyes. It was long since she had slept in the daytime and she was annoyed at such laziness. She opened the back door and led the old woman to the office.
“Now, what have you got there?” she demanded, eyeing