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Moss would lose a good, quiet boarder, it is true; but my consideration for Mrs. Moss's feelings would not cause me to sacrifice myself. Some one else would come and take the room which had been mine for ten years, and I would soon be forgotten.
"You can ride to the 'Woodman's Rest, my lady, and it is scarce a stone's-throw from there; but 'tis baddish traveling for the likes of you." She appointed an hour, rode with her groom to the public-house, and thence was conducted through bush, through brier, to the place where her husband had been so annoyed. Moss's comments became very intelligible to her the moment she saw the place.
"I think of what you and I might do together with Moss's theatre between us." "Oh, heavens!" "You should be called the O'Mahony. Your respectable papa should keep an eye to your pecuniary interest." "I could keep an eye myself for that." "You would be my own wife, of course my own wife." "I wouldn't be anything of the kind." "Ah, but listen!" continued Mr. Moss.
He seldom found any one volunteering praise of "the little wench"; it was usually left entirely to himself to insist on her merits. But Maggie always appeared in the most amiable light at her aunt Moss's; it was her Alsatia, where she was out of the reach of law, if she upset anything, dirtied her shoes, or tore her frock, these things were matters of course at her aunt Moss's.
Dewy and Moss transacted business. The keys lay at their office, and she could be inspected at any time. Her sails, gear, and movable furniture were stored in a roomy loft at the back of Messrs, Dewy and Moss's own premises. Their client was a lady who wished to keep her name concealed at any rate during the preliminaries; but they had full power to conduct the sale. The yacht was a bargain.
Maggie had been four days at her aunt Moss's giving the early June sunshine quite a new brightness in the care-dimmed eyes of that affectionate woman, and making an epoch for her cousins great and small, who were learning her words and actions by heart, as if she had been a transient avatar of perfect wisdom and beauty.
"We're the train crew! The freight crew! We bin held up! Say !" But the lowering of the threatening gun saved him further explanation at such a distance. The light of battle had entirely died out of Mr. Moss's eyes, but it was the brakeman's uniform, rather than his explanation, that had inspired the white flag of peace. The man came hastily up. "What the ?" began the agent.
on which a faded little woman, with a forefinger in a faded-looking book, came out from behind some window-curtains, and, rummaging Mrs. Moss's chair with a practised hand, produced a large silver snuff-box, from which Mrs. Moss took a pinch, and then offered it to Granny, who shook her head. Mrs. Moss took another and a larger pinch. It was evident what made her voice so gruff.
Moss's eyes filled as she saw the rusty band, and guessed why it was there; but she found it difficult to repress a smile when she beheld the cambric symbol of woe on the dog's neck.
It was a profoundly moving experience for this raw mountain-bred girl to stand there beside that colossal group while the man who had modelled it took her into his confidence. There was no affectation in Moss's candor. He had come to a swift conclusion that Congdon had attempted to let him into a trap, for Bertha's reticence and dignity quite reassured him.
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