particular: "Why, I had no idea! I simply had no idea!"
After a moment or two Miss Comfort seated herself in the walnut rocker with the gray horse-*hair upholstering and sighed again. "It's too beautiful for words," she said. She reached out for Polly's hand and drew it to her, patting it with little quick gestures. "I never thought it would be like this, my dear, never, never! I just can't find any words to thank you all; not now; perhaps some day—" She searched for and found her tiny black-bordered handkerchief. Kewpie frowned and turned toward a window. Gee, she was getting leaky again! But, as before, Laurie provided a diversion.
"Here's the fellow that did more than the rest of us put together," he said. Miss Comfort looked, and—
"Why, Brose Wilkins!" she cried. "You, too! Why, I didn't see you!" Brose shook hands, his broad smile again threatening his ears.
"Yes, Miss Pansy, it's me," he said. "But you don't want to believe what Laurie tells you. I ain't done much but swing a hammer. Now, how you feeling, ma'am?"
