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I have no friends here now. I have no friends anywhere except you. I know you both want to see your home again you must. And and your home will be mine now." So we decided to sail for America, and that without delay. And the next morning, before breakfast, Hephzy came to my room with another suggestion. "Hosy," she said, "I've been thinkin'. All our things, or most of 'em, are at Mayberry.
I have been thinking, and I'm not going." Hephzy put down the tray she was carrying. She did seem surprised, but I am sure she was relieved. "You're not goin'!" she exclaimed. "Why, Hosy!" "No, I am not going. I've been crazy, Hephzy, I think, but I am fairly sane now. I have reached the conclusion that you reached sometime ago, I am certain. We have no right to follow her.
Who knows, Hosy? France is such a little ways off; probably Little Frank has been to London a hundred times. He may even be there now. Who knows? I shouldn't be surprised if we met him right in London. I sha'n't be surprised at anything anymore. I'm in England and on my way to London; that's surprise enough. NOTHIN' could be more wonderful than that."
Then she came over to me. "Don't be cross, Hosy," she pleaded. "I've been thinkin' it over all night long and I've come to the conclusion that you are probably right. She hasn't any real claim on us, of course; it's the other way around, if anything. You do just as you think best and I'll back you up." "Then you agree that we should tell her the truth." "Yes, if you think so.
"I don't mean popular with everybody, rag, tag and bobtail and all, like well, Eben Salters," she went on. "But the folks that count all respect and like you, Hosy. I know they do." Mr. Salters is our leading local statesman since the departure of the Honorable Heman Atkins. He has filled every office in his native village and he has served one term as representative in the State House at Boston.
I was in better humor then. Hephzy was still in the sitting-room; she looked as if she had been crying. "Hosy," she said, as I entered, "I I hope you don't think I'm too ungrateful. I'm not. Really I'm not. And I care as much for you as if you was my own boy. I can't leave you; I sha'n't. If you say for us to " I interrupted. "Hephzy," I said, "I shan't say anything.
"Don't say anything to me. Just let me be. I've done all kinds of loony things in my life and this attack is just natural, that's all. I I'll get over it in a minute. There!" rising and dabbing at her eyes with her handkerchief, "I'm over it now. Hosy Knowles, I've cried about a million times since since that awful mornin' in Mayberry. You didn't know it, but I have. I'm through now.
Once, when I spoke of our drive to Wrayton, she began a reply, stopped in the middle of a sentence, and then left the room. Hephzy hastened after her. She returned alone. "She was cryin', Hosy," she said. "She said she wasn't, but she was. The poor thing! she's unhappy and I know it; she's miserable.
But but you might say somethin' to him, mightn't you. Just hint around and find out what he does mean by bein' with her so much. Couldn't you do that, Hosy?" I smiled. "Possibly I could, but I sha'n't," I answered. "He would tell me to go to perdition, probably, and I shouldn't blame him." "Why no, he wouldn't. He thinks you're her uncle, her guardian, you know. You'd have a right to do it."
Hosy, I do believe if you'd given him another shillin' he'd have introduced us to that man in the red robe and cotton wool wig What did he call him? Oh, yes, the Lord Chief Justice. And I suppose you'd have had to tip HIM, too." The first two weeks of our stay in London came to an end. Our plans were still as indefinite as ever.
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