Tom--HIM a-callin' on
HER!"
"Well, why not?" demanded the old man, a little aggressively.
Nancy gave him a scornful glance.
"As if you didn't know better'n me!" she derided.
"Eh?"
"Oh, you needn't be so innercent," she retorted with mock
indignation; "--you what led me wildgoose chasin' in the first
place!"
"What do ye mean?"
Nancy glanced through the open barn door toward the house, and
came a step nearer to the old man.
"Listen! 'Twas you that was tellin' me Miss Polly had a lover in
the first place, wa'n't it? Well, one day I thinks I finds two
and two, and I puts 'em tergether an' makes four. But it turns
out ter be five--an' no four at all, at all!"
With a gesture of indifference Old Tom turned and fell to work.
"If you're goin' ter talk ter me, you've got ter talk plain horse
sense," he declared testily. "I never was no hand for figgers."
Nancy laughed.
"Well, it's this," she explained. "I heard somethin' that made me
think him an' Miss Polly was lovers."
"MR. PENDLETON!" Old Tom straightened up.
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