question of Miss Spiser, but her brother answered for her:
"You can pull your freight to-morrow if it's agreeable to you."
"Perfectly, if it suits your sister."
Miss Spiser assented doubtfully.
"I'll send a wagon for your trunks and drive you two out myself. Eh—Sis?"
Miss Spiser did not seem particularly responsive to his brotherly jocularity, though she nodded.
"To-morrow momin', then—at ten?"
"I'll be ready—you may count on that!" Nan laughed joyously and the warm, glowing radiance of her face seemed to dazzle Spiser anew.
"Isn't that lovely of Mr. Spiser and his sister?" Nan demanded, her voice bubbling with delight.
Mr. Poth was eying the former's vanishing back with an expression not too friendly.
"Luvely," he responded dryly.
Nan looked at him in surprise.
"Don't the grub suit you here, ma'am?" he inquired with a queer awkwardness of manner. And added enticingly: "I've been think-
