"I believe we have sent on every bushel."
Sproatly exchanged a significant glance with Hastings, whose face once more grew thoughtful.
"Then," remarked Hastings, "if he"s wise he"ll stop at that."
Mrs. Hastings changed the subject, and drew her chair closer in to the stove, which snapped and crackled cheerfully.
"It must be a lot colder where Harry is," she said with a shiver.
She flashed a swift glance at Agatha, and saw the girl"s expression change, but Sproatly broke in again.
"It was bad enough driving in from the railroad this afternoon," he said. "Winifred was almost frozen. That is why I didn"t go round for the pattern mat--I think that"s what Creighton said it was--Mrs. Creighton borrowed from you. I met him at the settlement a day or two ago."
Mrs. Hastings said that he could bring it another time, and while the rest talked of something else Winifred turned to Agatha.
"It really was horribly cold, and I almost fancied one of my hands was frost-nipped," she said. "As it happens, I can"t buy mittens like your new ones."
"My new ones?" questioned Agatha.
"The ones Gregory bought you."
Agatha laughed. "My dear, he never gave me any."
Winifred looked puzzled. "Well," she persisted, "he certainly bought them, and a fur cap, too. I was in the store when he did it, though I don"t think he noticed me. They were lovely mittens--such a pretty brown fur."
Just then Mrs. Hastings, un.o.bserved by either of them, looked up and caught Sproatly"s eye. His face became suddenly expressionless, and he looked away.
"When was that?" Agatha asked.
"A fortnight ago, anyway."
Agatha sat silent, and was glad when Mrs. Hastings asked Winifred a question. She desired no gifts from Gregory, but since he had bought the cap and mittens she wondered what he could have done with them. It was disconcerting to feel that, while he evidently meant to hold her to her promise, he must have given them to somebody else. She had never heard of his acquaintance with Sally Creighton, but it struck her as curious that although the six months" delay he had granted her had lately expired, he had neither sent her any word nor called at the homestead.
A few minutes later Mrs. Hastings took up a basket of sewing 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. Hastings regarded him thoughtfully. "I wonder if you know what Gregory did with those mittens?"
"I"m rather pleased that I can a.s.sure that I don"t."
"Do you imagine that he kept them?"
"I"m afraid I haven"t an opinion on that point."
"Still, if I said that I felt certain he had given them to somebody you would have some idea as to who it would probably be?"
"Well," confessed 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, who made no answer, turned away, and he was talking to Agatha when, half an hour later, a wagon drew up outside the door. In another minute or two he leaned forward in amused expectation as Sally walked into the room.
"I"m going on to Lander"s, and just called to bring back the mat you lent us," she said to Mrs. Hastings. "Sproatly was to have come for it, but he didn"t?"
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 fancied that Sally was filled with an almost belligerent satisfaction. She was wearing a smart fur cap, and in one hand she carried a pair of new fur mittens which she had just taken off. Sproatly, who glanced at them, noticed that Winifred did the same. Then Mrs. Hastings spoke.
"I don"t think you have met Miss Ismay, Sally," she said.
Sally merely acknowledged that she had not been introduced, and Sproatly became more sure that the situation was an interesting one, when Mrs.
Hastings formally presented her. It was clear to him that Agatha was somewhat puzzled by Sally"s att.i.tude.
As a matter of fact, Agatha, who said that she must have had a cold drive, was regarding the new arrival with a curiosity that she had not expected to feel when the girl first came in. Miss Creighton, she admitted, was comely, though she was clearly somewhat primitive and crude. The long skin coat she wore hid her figure, but her pose was too virile; and there was a look which mystified Agatha in her eyes. It was almost openly hostile, and there was a suggestion of triumph in it.
Agatha, who could find no possible reason for this, resented it.
Sally had remained standing, and, as she said nothing further, there was an awkward silence. She was the dominant figure in the room, and the others became sensible of a slight constraint and embarra.s.sment as she gazed at Agatha with unwavering eyes. In fact, it was rather a relief to them when at last she turned to Mrs. Hastings.
"I can"t stop. It wouldn"t do to leave the team in this frost," said she.
This was so evident that they let her go, and Mrs. 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 commented softly.
"I did," Sproatly admitted. "I think you can rely upon my discretion. If you hadn"t wanted this a.s.surance I don"t suppose you"d have said anything upon the subject. It, however, seems very probable that Winifred noticed them, too."
"Does that mean you"re not sure that Winifred"s discretion is equal to your own?"
Sproatly"s eyes twinkled. "In this particular case the trouble is that she"s animated by a sincere attachment to Miss Ismay, and has, I understand, a rather poor opinion of Gregory. Of course, I don"t know how far your views on that point coincide with hers."
"Do you expect me to explain them to you?"
"No," answered Sproatly, "I"m only anxious to keep out of the thing.
Gregory is a friend of mine, and, after all, he has his strong points. I should, however, like to mention that Winifred"s expression suggests that she"s thinking of something."
Mrs. Hastings smiled. "Then I must endeavor to have a word or two with her."
She left him with this, and not long afterwards she and Winifred went out together. When the others were retiring she detained Agatha for a minute or two in the empty room.
"Haven"t the six months Gregory gave you run out yet?" she asked.
Agatha said they had, but she spoke in a careless tone and it was evident that she had attached no particular significance to the fact that Sally had worn a new fur cap.
"He hasn"t been over to see you since."
The girl, who admitted it, looked troubled. Mrs. Hastings laid a hand upon her shoulder.