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He remembered he was in his own house, however, and that the man before him was a stranger. While he was searching for pen and ink the door opened and his wife entered the room. Mr. Sleighter, with his hat still upon his head, was intently gazing out of the window, easily rocking on the two hind legs of the chair. The door opened behind him. "My dear," said Mr. Gwynne, "will you excuse me?
Sleighter advised, to the new western country. Mr. Sleighter appeared to regard the migration of the Gwynne family to the western country as an enterprise in which he had made an investment from which he was bound to secure the greatest possible return.
Sleighter in a loud voice, his hope of securing "quick action on that deal" growing dim. "Do you happen to know any farm a small farm which we might be able to buy? We hope to receive four thousand dollars for this place. I feel that it is worth a good deal more, but there are not many buyers about here. Then, of course, perhaps we value our place too highly.
Miss Hazel Sleighter, who for some reason which she could not explain to herself had joined the first contingent of picnickers, was cross, distinctly and obviously cross. The heat was trying to her nerves, but worse, it made her face red red all over. Her pink parasol intensified the glow upon her face. "What a fool I was to come, in this awful heat," she said to herself.
I know all my stuff an' yours is here. We'll make a trade." To this Mr. Gwynne gladly agreed. The arrangement would save trouble and useless expenditure. Hence the car was packed with such goods as Mr. Sleighter considered especially useful in the new home, and with such household furniture as the new home lacked and such articles as were precious from family or personal associations.
"There's just one farm that will suit you, an' that's Lakeside Farm, Wolf Willow, Alberta, owned by H. P. Sleighter, Esq., who's going to stump you to a trade.
Then by your kind help we have got something out of the business twelve hundred and fifty dollars I think Mr. Gwynne said. We are most grateful to you for that, Mr. Sleighter." Her eyes beamed on him in a most disconcerting way. "And so after our obligations here are met we might have about forty-five hundred dollars clear. Could we do anything with that?" "I donno, I donno," said Mr.
"Sir, you made me an offer for my farm," said Mr. Gwynne indignantly, "and I have just refused an offer from Mr. Martin on account of yours." "Oh, we'll cut that all out," said Mr. Sleighter, whose voice and manner indicated strong excitement. "Now don't talk. Listen to me, my son. You ain't got any right to be playing around with business men anyhow.
"You will come again, Mr. Sleighter," said Mrs. Gwynne, giving him her hand. "Yes, and tell us more about that new country," added her son. "My, I'd like to go out there!" "It's a wonderful country all right and you might do a hull lot worse." Mr. Gwynne accompanied Mr. Sleighter to the door. "Will you walk down to the store?" said Mr. Sleighter. "Very well," said Mr. Gwynne, setting off with him.
I couldn't do anything myself with a missis like yours. I couldn't get any smooth work over with her lookin' at me like that, durned if I could. Well, good-night; see you to-morrow." Mr. Sleighter spent the early hours of the following day among the farmers with whom his salvage deal had brought him into contact.
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