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A few minutes later Mrs. Hastings took up a basket of sewing she had been engaged in, and moved towards the door. Sproatly, who rose as she approached him, drew aside his chair, and she handed the basket to him. "You can carry it if you like," she said. Sproatly took the basket, and followed her into another room, where he sat it down. "Well?" he said, with a twinkle in his eyes. Mrs.
Sproatly, who said he was sorry, fixed his eyes on her. It was clear to him that Agatha did not understand the situation, but he rather fancied from her expression that Sally was filled with an almost belligerent satisfaction. She was then wearing a very smart fur cap, and she carried a pair of new fur mittens which she had just stripped off in one hand.
Hawtrey was sitting near the stove on the arm of Sally's chair. Though he was not greatly surprised, Sproatly drew back a pace or two into the shadow, for it became evident that there were only two courses open to him. He could judiciously announce his presence by making the door rattle, and then go in and mention as casually as possible that Mrs. Hastings and Agatha were in the hotel.
Hastings, who went with her to the door, afterwards sat down beside Sproatly a little apart from the rest. "I've no doubt you noticed those mittens," she said softly. "I did," Sproatly admitted. "I think you can rely upon my discretion. If you hadn't wanted this assurance I don't suppose you'd have said anything upon the subject. It, however, seems very probable that Winifred noticed them, too."
"Does Gregory wash the plates?" she asked. Wyllard's eyes twinkled. "When Sproatly won't," he said. "Still, in a general way they do it only once a week." "Ah," observed Agatha, "I can imagine Gregory hating it. As a matter of fact, I like him for it." "Then the farmer's wife must bake, and mend her husband's clothes. Indeed, it's not unusual for her to mend for the hired man, too.
The man's cunning enough for anything. I don't like him." Hastings stood up with an air of resolution. "Yes," he said, "I'm afraid you're quite correct. Anyway, I'll drive over in a day or two, and have a talk with Gregory." After that they separated. Hastings strolled away to join Dampier. Sproatly and Winifred walked out on to the prairie.
For one thing, when I first came out feeling very forlorn and friendless, it was Wyllard who sent me to the elevator, and they really treat me very decently." "They?" said Sproatly with resentment in his face. "If you mean Hamilton, it seems to me that he treats you with an excess of decency that there's no occasion for." Winifred laughed.
"I think one could call it a reaction, and it's probable that some very worthy people in the Old Country are to blame for it. Sproatly is not the only young man who has suffered from having too many rules and conventions crammed down his throat. In fact, they're rather plentiful."
"We could let you have our ox-team to do that breaking with," she said. "You've had Sproatly living with you all winter. Why don't you make him stay and work out his keep?" Hawtrey laughed. "Sally," he said, "do you think anybody could make Sproatly work?" "It would be hard," the girl admitted, and then looked up at him with a little glint in her eyes.
A suggestive gleam flashed into Winifred's eyes, but it vanished and her manner became authoritative when she turned back to Sproatly. "Jim," she said, "you will tell Mr. Hastings all you know." Sproatly made a gesture of resignation. "After all," he admitted, "I think it's necessary.
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