As she started to go, her skirt caught on a sliver of the barrel, and,
as she stooped to unfasten it, she almost fell forward. But she
recovered herself and went out of the door towards the hitching-rack in
front, paused, and looked back at the road over which she had come.
"Don't seem to know exactly whar she _does_ want to go," remarked Jim
Hunter, breaking the silence which had followed her departure from the
store. "Who is she, anyway?"
"Oz Fergerson's daughter Hettie," replied Worthy, leaning against the
door-jamb. "She don't look overly well; I reckon that's why she quit
workin' at the hotel. She's dyin' to git a letter from some'rs; she
comes reg'lar every day an' goes away powerfully disappointed."
"Never seed her before as I know of," said Longfield, handing Worthy
his basket of eggs.
The girl suddenly turned down the sidewalk. She passed Mrs. Webb's
cottage and the bar and went into the hotel. Mrs. Floyd met her at the
door.
"Mis' Floyd, I want to see Harriet," she said.
"She's up-stairs," replied Mrs. Floyd. "I'll call her; but you'd
better go in to the fire.
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