"She's headin' here," Mrs. Cowgill announced, still severe, but a little mollified by the prospect of having her curiosity served at last.
"Makin' a bee-line," Banjo added, not at all hurt by the scornful sitting down on. "What do you suppose—"
"Sh-h-h!" Mrs. Cowgill cautioned.
The stranger's foot was on the porch.
