“Curse the baggage!” he said to himself. “She’s not one to be propitiated.”

“You chose a nice day to bring your uncle out,” he remarked humbly, turning his back upon Lenty Pond.

“She brought me out. That’s what she done. And she will take me in, present! We comes out and we goes in; but ’tis they what bides.”

“You’re in the right of it there , Mr. Round,” said Wolf, meeting the niece’s eye as boldly as he could. “But I don’t think it was very wise of her to let you sit down after all this rain.”

“I brought his shawl,” cried the girl, smiling. “Look, uncle! You’ve left it over there.”