“Why, yes,” Sam answered. “You see, I’d been to Bemis’ about some hayseed, just as I have to-day, and on my way back I was so hot and dead tired that I lay down under that tree behind that clump of bushes and fell asleep. When I waked up you was lookin’ in the well for all you was worth, and she was goin’ up to you careful-like, just as I went up to Lottie when I catched her at it and looked over her shoulder before she knew I was there. My, how she screeched—Lottie, I mean—not you. I didn’t mean to peek, only I happened to be here and watched Miss Burdick and see you jump when she bent over you and the glass fell into the well as if you was scared.” “But—but—Miss Burdick was sitting where we are,” Rex stammered, and Sam, who suspected nothing, continued: “Maybe she was at first, but when I seen her she was tip-toe-in’ up to you, who couldn’t hear her, the ground is so soft and the pine-needles so thick, and I s’pose you was thinkin’ of something else.” “And looked over my shoulder?” Rex asked next, every faculty now on the alert as he began to see the trick played upon him. “Why, yes,” Sam said, thinking Mr. Travers rather forgetful. “You saw her, didn’t you? and that’s what made you drop the glass, while she jumped back and put on her hat, which she had took off, and, when you reeled as if you was goin’ to fall she sprang forward again and grabbed you, don’t you know?” “Yes, yes,” Rex said. “I know, but I didn’t see you.” “Of course not,” Sam replied. “I didn’t want you to think I was spyin’ on you, because I wasn’t, and I kep’ still and you and she sat on the bench awhile, and you seemed kinder upset and faint.” “Yes, and I—I think I am now, the day is so hot and my head so bad,” Rex said. “Tell me again just what you saw.”