"She's a noble worker!" at last said old Sally. "She 'minds me of the
time when I was a young girl myself. Dearie me! It went to my heart to
see her rubbing them sheets and things as if they were nothing."
"And I think she's to be trusted, too," said Mrs. Oleander. "She talks
as sharp to that girl as you or I, Sally. I shouldn't mind if we had her
here for good."
Meantime, the object of all this commendation had marched across the
yard, and proceeded scientifically to hang the garments on the line. But
all the while the keen eyes inside the green spectacles went roving
about, and alighted presently on something that rewarded her for her
hard day's work.
It was a man emerging from the pine woods, and crossing the waste strip
of marshland that extended to the farm.
A high board fence separated the back yard from this waste land, and but
few ever came that way.
The man wore the dress and had the pack of a peddler, and a quantity of
tow hair escaped from under a broad-brimmed hat. The brown face was half
hidden in an enormous growth of light whiskers.
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