During the next few days the village was in a state of anticipative pleasure and of effort to find for the rummage-sale articles which were damaged or useless.  At Grey Pine John and Leila Grey were the only unexcited persons.  She was too troubled in divers ways to enjoy the amusement to be had out of what delighted every one else except John Penhallow.  To please his aunt he made some small and peculiar offerings, and daily went away to the mills to meet and consult with the Colonel’s former partners.  He was out of humour with his world, saw trouble ahead if he did as he meant to do, and as there was an east wind howling through the pines, his wounded arm was recording the storm in dull aches or sharp twinges.  He smoked, I fear, too much during these days of preparation for the rummage-sale, and rode hard; while Leila within the dismantled house was all day long like the quiet steadying flywheel in some noisy machinery.  What with Billy as the over-excited Colonel’s aide and her aunt aggrieved by a word of critical comment on her husband’s actions, Leila had need of all the qualities required in a household where, as it seemed to her, it was hard to keep tongue or temper quiet.

Mr. Rivers towards the end of the week came in often, and would, of course, see that the Sunday school hall was made ready for the sale.  He would make some contributions and help to arrange the articles for the sale.  The Colonel’s continuity of childlike interest deceived him into sharing the belief of Ann Penhallow, who was, Leila thought, unreasonably elated.  Meanwhile Leila felt as a kind of desertion John’s successive days of absence.  Where was he?  What was he doing?  Once she would have asked frankly why he left to her the burden of cares he ought to have been eager to share, while Mark Rivers was so steadily helpful.  When Ann Penhallow asked him to act as salesman, he said that he was at her disposal.  The Colonel declared that was just the thing, and John must uncover and announce the articles to be sold.  He said, “How long ago was the last sale?  Wasn’t it last year?”

“No, dear, not so lately.”

“I must have forgotten.  Perhaps, Rivers, we might sell a few useless people.  What would Leila fetch in the marriage market?” Ann somewhat annoyed said nothing; nor did Rivers like it.  The Colonel continued, “Might sell John—­badly damaged.”

“I must go,” said Rivers.  “I have my sermon to think over.  I mean to use the text you gave me, Leila, some two weeks ago.”

Sunday went by, and Tuesday, the day of the sale, came with a return of the east wind and a cold downpour of rain.  The Colonel and Billy were busy late in the day; Mrs. Ann was tired; while John in some pain was silent at dinner.  The carriage took the Colonel and his wife to the hall.  He was now quiet and answered curtly the too frequent questions about how he felt.

“We will send back for you, Leila,” said her aunt.

“No, I want to walk there with John.”