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"Oh yes," said Sproatly. "Still, you see, it's only a small room, and one of them has been smoking." Mrs. Hastings flashed a keen glance at him, and then smiled in a manner he did not like. It suggested that while she yielded to his objections in the meanwhile she had by no means abandoned the subject. "Well," she said, "what shall we do until supper?
"I really can't speak for Sproatly, but it would be quite in keeping with the customs of the country if he was." A minute or two later Agatha saw Winifred in the wagon when it reappeared from behind the straw-pile, and Mrs. Hastings turned toward the window. "She has gone with him," she commented significantly. "Unfortunately, he has taken my kiddies too.
Winifred permitted Sproatly to help her into his wagon a high, narrow-bodied vehicle, mounted on tall, spidery wheels but she had to hold fast to the seat while they jolted across the track and through a sea of mire into the unpaved street of the little town. She liked Sproatly's voice and manner, though she was far from prepossessed by his appearance.
"What took you around by the Range, Jim?" he asked. "Collecting," answered Sproatly. "I sold Gregory a couple of binders earlier in the season, but I couldn't get a dollar out of him." He laughed.
"Well," said Sproatly reluctantly, "If you insist upon it, I must admit that I could make a guess." Mrs. Hastings smiled in a manner which suggested comprehension. "So could I," she said. "I shouldn't wonder if we both guessed right. Now you may as well go back to the others."
Sproatly" he signed to the man in the skin coat "will you get Miss Rawlinson's baggage into your wagon?" The man took off his fur cap. "If Miss Rawlinson would like to see Mrs. Sandberg, I'll drive her round," he suggested. "We'll catch you in a league or so. Gregory has a bit of patching to do on his off-side trace." "He might have had things straight for once," grumbled Wyllard half-aloud.
"Does Gregory wash the plates?" she asked. Wyllard's eyes twinkled. "When Sproatly won't," he said. "Still, in a general way they only do it once a week." "Ah," said Agatha, "I can imagine Gregory hating it. As a matter of fact, I like him for it." "Then she must bake, and mend her husband's clothes. Indeed, it's not unusual for her to mend for the hired man too.
Agatha was in the waggon driven by Sproatly close behind them, and when he had handed her and Winifred down Hastings, who walked to the house with them, drew her into an unoccupied room, while Mrs. Nansen took the rest into the big general one. "I'm afraid that Gregory's in rather serious trouble. Sally seems very anxious about him," he said.
It was supposed on that part of the prairie that Sproatly had never moved with much expedition in his life, but that night he sprang towards the horses at a commanding wave of the girl's hand. He started when he saw his comrade lying in the bottom of the sleigh, but Sally disregarded his hurried questions. "Help me to get him out," she said, when he stopped the team.
"You have sold quite a few binders and harrows one way or another, haven't you, Jim?" he asked. Sproatly laughed. "I have," he answered. "As I told the Company's Western representative some time ago, a man who could sell patent medicine to the folks round here could do a good trade in anything.
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