CHAPTER XV. VISITORS AT MON REPOS
SAM was preparing to leave for the office when his visitor arrived. He had, indeed, actually opened the front door.
“ Mr. Shottah?”
“ Yes,” said Sam. He was surprised to see Mrs. Molloy. He had not expected visitors at so early a period of his tenancy. This, he supposed, must be the suburban equivalent of the county calling on the new-comer. Impressed by the hat, he assumed Dolly to be one of the old aristocracy of Valley Fields. A certain challenging jauntiness in her bearing forbade the suspicion that she was collecting funds for charity. “Won’t you come in?”
“ Thank yaw. Thank yaw so much. The house agent told me your name.”
“ Cornelius?”
“ Gink with a full set of white whiskers. Say, somebody ought to put that baby wise about the wond
