"I shall expect father Nesmith by noon to-morrow," Mr. Stone responded. "I have some advertisements to post, as Idrive out this afternoon."
"I don't know whether you had better go for Tiny or not," said Susan; "mother has not mentioned her in particular to-day. The sight of Tiny might lead her to call at once for Nattie."
"I will do as you think best, wife," said Mr. Stone.
Susan prepared a light meal for her mother, and sent Biddy to the sick-room with it, telling her not to stop a moment, so fearful was she that the unguarded girl might, in some way, make the dreaded disclosure.
