Then, rising, he walked to the window, where he stood
for some time looking out, but seeing nothing.
"It was that horrid man coming yesterday that has so upset us," said
Betty Jo, at last. "We were getting on so beautifully, too. I wish he
had gone somewhere else for his vegetables and eggs and things!"
Brian was able to smile at this as he turned to face her again, and they
both knew that,--for that time, at least,--the danger-point was safely
past.
"I wish so, too," he agreed; "but never mind; Auntie Sue will be home in
a day or two, and then everything will be all right again."
But when he had taken his hat and was starting out for the day's work,
Betty Jo asked, "What are you doing to-day?"
"I was going to work on the fence around the clearing," he answered.
"Why?"
"I--I--wish you could find something to do nearer the house," came the
slow answer. "Couldn't you work in the garden, perhaps?"
"I should say I could!" he returned heartily.
All that forenoon, as Betty Jo went about her household duties she felt
the presence of the thing that filled her so with fear and dread. With
vigorous determination she scolded herself for being so foolish, and
argued with herself that it was all a nervous fancy born of her restless
night. But, the next moment, she would start with a sudden fear and turn
quickly as if to face some one whose presence she felt behind her.
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