She took her parcel and started to leave. "Then I shall come about two
o'clock?" he said, going with her to the door.
She nodded. "Very well; I'll be ready," and he stood aside for her to
pass.
She walked briskly back to the hotel and into the kitchen, where her
mother was at work.
"Did you get it?" Mrs. Floyd asked.
"Yes, and there's the change." Harriet put down the package and
dropped some pieces of silver into a goblet on the table.
"What's the matter?" Mrs. Floyd was kneading dough in a great wooden
tray, and she looked at Harriet over her shoulder.
"Nothing."
"I know there _is_." Mrs. Floyd turned and began rubbing the dough
from her fingers as a woman puts on a kid glove.
"Mr. Westerfelt has asked me to drive with him after dinner," said the
girl. "That's all."
"Harriet!" Mrs. Floyd's eyes sparkled with excitement as she sprinkled
some flour over her dough and began to roll the mass back and forth.
"I reckon you will acknowledge _now_ that I know something about young
men. If you had refused to go with Bascom Bates yesterday, Mr.
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