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Nevertheless Miss Millet was a distinct power in Cranby. Being off duty one fine afternoon, our coastguardsman walked along the beach in the direction of Cranby, bent on paying a visit to Miss Millet, whom he had not seen for several years.
Through the influence of a friend he was offered a situation in the coastguard; accepted it, and, to his great satisfaction, was stationed in the neighbourhood of Cranby, his native town. Now, near to that town Jeff had a confidante, into whose sympathetic bosom he had poured his joys and sorrows from the days of little boyhood.
A poor schoolmaster named Benson died, not long ago, in a little town on the south-east coast of England, which shall be called Cranby. He left an only son, Jeffrey, and an elder brother, Jacob, to mourn his loss. The son mourned for his father profoundly, for he loved him much.
"Gentlemen, the hounds can't get out, if you will stop up the gate," said Sir William. Then the pack passed through, and they all trotted on for four miles, to Cranby Wood. Vavasor, as he rode on to the wood, was alone, or speaking, from time to time, a few words to his servant. "I'll ride the chestnut mare in the wood," he said, "and do you keep near me."
They were economists of the strictest kind. Hence her condition was bad. The gale overtook the North Star when she was not far from the coast where nestled her captain's native town of Cranby. A pilot had been signalled for in vain, for the night was thick as well as stormy.
"This is a list of the poor people in Cranby, in whom Miss Millet has been accustomed to take special interest. The first on the list is old Susan Jenkins." "My dear old woman, who has been bedridden so long, and in such terrible poverty?" asked Miss Millet. "The same," answered Jeff. "Captain Millet has succeeded in getting her admission into the hospital for incurables.
"How did it happen?" asked Cranby, with sharpened appetite. "Well, I didn't hear no p'rtic'lars, but it seems the bell was hangin' on a peg in the barn, and when they got home from church it was gone, hide an' hair. Bill is dead sure Ike took it." "Say, there'll be fun over that yet, won't they," said one of the fellows, with a grin. "Well, Ike better keep out of Bill's way, that's all."
Putting aside the list, the obedient secretary took up a large document, and, unfolding it, spread it on the table. "This," said Jeff, with business-like gravity, "is a plan of the Cranby Swimming Bath. The coast near the town being rocky, and in many ways inconvenient for bathing, sea-water is to be pumped into this bath daily by a steam-engine.
Outside the gate on the road were drawn up a variety of vehicles, open carriages, dog-carts, gigs, and waggonettes, in some few of which were seated ladies who had come over to see the meet. But Edgehill was, essentially, not a ladies' meet. The distances to it were long, and the rides in Cranby Wood the big wood were not adapted for wheels.
"Some small things, indeed, I have accomplished, with God's blessing; but there are others which are quite beyond me." "Indeed! Tell me now, auntie, if you had Aladdin's wonderful lamp, what would you ask for?" You see, Cranby is very badly off for books, and people cannot easily improve without reading, you know.
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