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She hastily replaced the letter between the pages of the book on the table and hurried to the hall. Her hand was upon the knob of the massive front door and she was about to open it, before she realized that she was not allowing him time even to knock. For her, a Brewster, to appear so eager to admit a caller as all that was to say the least undignified. What would Azure say if she were present? And that caller a Cummings! Azure would have allowed him to knock three times before deigning to open. Mary's dignity was far below the high plane of Mrs. Crisp's, but she waited, nevertheless. She must be careful--very careful. She had determined to make perfectly plain to Captain David that she was in earnest in what she should say to him, but she was just as determined that even he should not guess the desperate need behind her appeal for advice. No one should guess that, no one in Wapatomac.
She stood there, waiting, until the knocker on the other side of the door squeaked upward and fell with a clang. Then, after another brief wait, she opened the door.