her descendant of to-day--that is to say, have expressed resentment
in no uncertain terms. Master Nathaniel Grindley proving, however,
to her taste, that which might have been considered impertinence
became accepted as a fit and proper form of introduction. Miss
Appleyard smiled graciously--nay, further, intimated desire for
more.

"That your only one?" asked the paternal Grindley.

"She's the only one," replied Solomon, speaking in tones less
pessimistic.

Miss Appleyard had with the help of Grindley junior wriggled
herself into a sitting posture. Grindley junior continued his
attentions, the lady indicating by signs the various points at
which she was most susceptible.

"Pretty picture they make together, eh?" suggested Hezekiah in a
whisper to his friend.

"Never saw her take to anyone like that before," returned Solomon,
likewise in a whisper.

A neighbouring church clock chimed twelve. Solomon Appleyard,
knocking the ashes from his pipe, arose.

"Don't know any reason myself why we shouldn't see a little more of
one another than we do," suggested Grindley senior, shaking hands.

"Give us a look-up one Sunday afternoon," suggested Solomon.