Westerfelt would have had no respect for you; as it is, he couldn't
wait twenty-four hours to see you. For all you do, don't let him see
too plain that you care for him. Mind what I say!"
Westerfelt was impatient for two o'clock to arrive. It was one when he
left Bradley's after dinner. He went to the stable and ordered Jake to
get out his horse and buggy. He would call for her at once; he could
not wait any longer. He felt a sort of sinking sensation at his heart
as Jake gave him the whip and reins, and he was actually trembling when
he stopped at the hotel. Harriet came out on the veranda above and
told him she would be down at once. She did not keep him waiting long,
and when she came down, prettily flushed and neatly attired, his heart
bounded and his pulse quickened. Had she been a queen he could not
have felt more respect for her than he did as he stood shielding her
skirt from the wheels and helped her get seated. He was just about to
get in himself when an old man came down the sidewalk from Worthy's
store, headed for the buggy. It was old John Wambush with a basket of
eggs on his arm.
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