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"He looked just the same as he has when I've seen him before in the other dreams, you know. The very image of his mother. Isn't it wonderful, Hosy!" "Yes; but don't resurrect the family skeletons, Hephzy. Mr. Campbell isn't interested in anatomy." "Skeletons! I don't know what you're talkin' about. He wasn't a skeleton. I saw him just as plain!
The fact that she was at all was enough; I haven't gotten over that yet. What are we going to do with her? Or are we going to do anything? Those are the questions I should like to have answered. For heaven's sake, Hephzy, don't talk about her personal appearance. There she is and here are we. What are we going to do?" Hephzy shook her head. "I don't know, Hosy," she admitted.
She watched her fellow-passengers, however, and as usual had something to say concerning their behavior. "Did you hear that, Hosy?" she whispered, as we sat together in the "Lounge," sipping tea and nibbling thin bread and butter and the inevitable plum cake. "Did you hear what that woman said about her husband?" I had not heard, and said so.
"Hosy," she demanded, "where " I interrupted. "Hephzy," said I, "I have been to the station to send a telegram." "A telegram? A TELEGRAM! For mercy sakes, who's dead?" Telegrams in Bayport usually mean death or desperate illness. I laughed. "No one is dead, Hephzy," I replied. "In fact it is barely possible that someone is coming to life. I telegraphed Mr.
Our duty is to let her alone, to leave her in peace, as she asked us." "How do you know she is in peace? Suppose she isn't. Suppose she's miserable and unhappy. Isn't it our duty to find out? I think it is?" I looked her full in the face. "Hephzy," I said, sharply, "you know something about her, something that I don't know. What is it?" "I don't know as I know anything, Hosy.
Once convinced that I meant what I said and that I was not "raving distracted," which I think was her first diagnosis of my case, Hephzy's practical mind began to unearth objections, first to her going at all and, second, to going on such short notice. "I don't think I'd better, Hosy," she said.
I've thought it all out, Hosy. Ever since Ardelia and I had that last talk together and she whispered to me that that well, especially ever since I knew there was a Little Frank I've been thinkin' and plannin' about that Little Frank; you know I have. He she isn't the kind of Little Frank I expected, but she's, my sister's baby and I can't I CAN'T, turn her away to be sick and die. I can't do it.
I said 'twas yours, and just like you, too; you were the kindest-hearted man in the world, I said. Oh, you needn't look at me like that, Hosy. It's the plain truth, and you know it." "Humph!" I grunted. "If the young lady were a mind-reader she might well, never mind. What else did she say?" "Oh, a good many things. Wanted to know if her bill at Mrs. Briggs' was paid. I said it was.
"Not much, but," remembering the old story, "I know Bayport. Humph! speaking of ministers, here is one now." Judson, the curate, was approaching across the lawn. Hephzy hastily removed the lid of the teapot. "Yes," she said, with a sigh of relief, "there's enough tea left, though you mustn't have any more, Hosy. Mr. Judson always takes three cups."
"But she wanted to know it all. I told her the best I could. 'You couldn't stay there, I said. 'That Briggs hyena wasn't fit to take care of any human bein' and neither Hosy nor I could leave you in her hands. So we brought you here to the hotel where we're stoppin'. She thought this over a spell and then she wanted to know whose idea bringin' her here was, yours or mine.
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