“Sure,” said the chief, “sold it to you, didn’t I? Part o’ the house, ain’t it? I ’low to keep my contrac’s. Now, you kin run ’long, an’ be on the spot when we git thar to say where you want her put. This ain’t no place fer a girl while we’re movin’ her, you might git hurt.” “Shall I pay you first?” she asked opening her little handbag. “No,” said the chief quite crossly, “don’t take no pay till we deliver the goods. Down across from the stores you say? Stone house? Picket fence? Yep. I know the place. Ain’t but one picket fence in the place. Folks wouldn’t sell an inch of ground. You’re lucky! But then ennybody kin see you’re that kind. Run along. We’ll be along in a leetle while. You needn’t to worry.” CHAPTER X On winged feet Joyce retraced her steps and entered the diningroom she had left a few minutes before as eagerly as if it were her own home. “I’m so glad I could come back right away,” she said. “The men have the truck all ready and said they would be along in a little while, and oh, I’m so thankful to you. Now, what can I do first? “I could see you were a little troubled about that ham, never having tasted it cooked that way. Is there anything else we could make to help make up for the chops? Or couldn’t I go somewhere and find the butcher and ask him to let me have some more for you. I’d pay for them myself, because I really burned them up you know.” “Well, you’re a dear child,” said the woman pleasantly. “No, you can’t find the butcher. He’s taken his wife up in the country for the afternoon, and he’s cross as two sticks anyway. Besides, I wouldn’t want him to know I had been so careless, and it’s none of his business anyway. But I was thinking if there was something else I could make.” “Well, what have you on hand? Let’s look in the refrigerator,” suggested the girl. “Not much. There’s some cold chicken. I was saving it for Jim and he didn’t come home at noon.” She hurried to the refrigerator and took out a bowl which Joyce examined. “There’s half a breast and a drumstick, and both wings. There’s the gizzard too. Why don’t we make some chicken salad. Have you any celery?” “Yes, I bought a stalk the other day. I like the top leaves to flavor bean soup, but there isn’t much.” “A little will do. I see you have some tomatoes.” “Yes, Jim likes them. I say they aren’t very tasty this time of year, not worth the money, but Jim always asks for them.” “Well, why don’t we stuff them with chicken salad? That would make a beautiful salad dish and make the chicken go farther. Didn’t I see lettuce in the garden? A few leaves will do even if it isn’t very big. And how about mayonnaise?” “Why, I make a boiled mayonnaise, but it’s late to get it cool, isn’t it?” “Haven’t you any oil? That makes it so much nicer.”