“Well—” Mrs. Peel’s eyes wavered back and forth from the clock to the buggy. “I suppose I’ll just have to shut up the store and leave the key with Martha Hooper. Mrs. Benson was coming in for some onions, but I suppose she’ll have to wait.”
“When does the next train come?” asked Harry solicitously.
“About six. She’s bound to come on that, but—”
“Then you let us watch the store until she comes,” cried Harry. “We’ll be very careful, Mrs. Peel. That is, if you think you’d care to trust us?”
Mrs. Peel’s face had lighted at once.
“You—you wouldn’t mind?” she faltered anxiously. “Jennie’s bound to come on the six o’clock train and I’ll have Bennie wait over there and bring her back. She ought to be here by half-past six. It’s a good deal to ask, especially as you’re strangers to me.”
“We’ll be glad to,” answered Harry promptly. “Won’t we, Chub?” Chub agreed readily.
“Well, I don’t know how to thank you,” fluttered Mrs. Peel. “I just don’t, and that’s a fact.
