There was something about her trim, erect little figure and white locks and furrowed cheeks which aroused sympathy; it would be hard to say why. Perhaps it was because her brisk little form suggested that she worked hard, and her thin heavily veined hands and wrinkled face reminded one that she ought not to work hard. There was a certain something about her which suggested that she was fighting a brave fight and keeping a good heart. At all events she wore a cheery smile. "Joshua," she said, "I was kinder hoping to see you over to-day. It's good of you to bring it yourself. I wanted to put my name on it so's you could get me the money in Centerville when you go." "Tain't your pension, Mis' Haskell," Joshua said. "Leastways, I never seen no pensions come like this before. It's like as if it wuz a letter turned inside out; all the writin' is on the outside." "Jes' when I'm needing my pension most it don't come," she said, taking the big envelope. "When I saw you prowling around in back I thought you was the sheriff's man, mebbe. It give me a shock because--what's this?" "Don't ask _me_, Mis' Haskell," said the postmaster. "It's for you, I'm certain sure of that, and that's all I can say." With trembling hand and a look of pathetic fear and apprehension, the old lady started to tear open the envelope, saying the while, "You don't reckon W. Harris is one of them smart lawyers up New York way, do you, Joshua? I'm ready to get out when I have to. I've--I've stuck it out alone, I always said I could fight, but I can't fight the law, Joshua. They don't need to set no lawyers on me--they don't." She opened the envelope, and unfolded a sheet of paper. It was old and faded and wrinkled. She glanced at it, then grasped the door jam with her thin, trembling hand, as if she feared she might fall. "Tain't the law, is it?" Joshua Hicks inquired. "You better be gone, Joshua," she said. "No, it ain't the law--it's--it's something else. It ain't the law, Joshua." "Is it any trouble?" he asked. She answered, strangely agitated, "No, 'tain't no trouble, Joshua." "They ain't a goin' to stop sendin' you your pension?" "Not as I know of, Joshua, but jes' I want to be alone. It ain't no trouble of money, Joshua, not this time...."