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In the matter of alterations to the house Eve was consulted on every possible occasion, while garden improvements were placed entirely in Miss Mullett's capable hands. That lady was in her element, and for a week or more one could not pass the cottage without spying Miss Mullett and Zenas Third hard at work somewhere about.
He'll talk for a week." Seth, panting and excited, was pushing his way toward them, shouting the Captain's name at the top of his voice. "Hey, Eri!" he hailed. "I want to know if you'll sign a petition to git the town a fire ingyne? I've been talkin' to a couple of the s'lectmen and they " "Oh, Mr. Wingate," interrupted Ralph, "Mr. Mullett's been looking for you.
He's gone to the post; and you know that the people down at Soldier Creek told us that this was a good place to settle, because the post would be our protection in case of an Indian rising." Meanwhile, Sandy was blissfully and peacefully jogging along in the direction of the military post. Only one house stood between Younkins's and the fort; and that was Mullett's.
There was silence for a moment, and then he glanced down and met Miss Mullett's gaze. He laughed ruefully. "Do you think I look much like a prince?" he asked. "Do looks matter," she said, gently, "if you are the prince?" "Perhaps not, but I'm afraid I'm not." Thereupon Miss Mullett did a most unmaidenly thing. She found Wade's hand and pressed it with her cool, slim fingers.
And then Miss Mullett came out and I went home." "Who's Miss Mullett, Zephania?" "She's Miss Walton's friend. They live there together in the Walton house every summer. Folks say Miss Mullett's very poor and Miss Walton looks after her." "Young, is she?" "Not so very. She's kind of middle-aged, I guess. She's real pleasant. Miss Walton thinks a lot of her." "And they're here only in the summer?"
That was the primitive way in which the mail for the settlers on the Republican Fork went up the road from Fort Riley, in those days; and all letters and papers designed for the settlers along there were addressed simply to Fort Riley, which was their nearest post-office. So Sandy, when he reached Mullett's, was not disappointed to be told that there were no letters for anybody up the river.
And then Miss Mullett's plain, sweet little face peered around the corner of the door, and "Much," she whispered. When Wade came to himself he discovered that he was standing with folded arms staring blankly at the Declaration of Independence which, framed in walnut and gilt, adorned the wall of the sitting-room. How long he had been standing there he didn't know.
There had been nobody down to the post very lately. Sandy knew that, and he was confident that he would have the pleasure of bringing up a good-sized budget when he returned. So he whipped up his somewhat lazy steed and cantered down toward the fort. Soon after leaving Mullett's he met a drove of sheep.
The proprietor looked curiously at him, as if wondering why so small a boy should turn up alone in that wilderness; and when the lad asked for letters for the families up the river, Mullett's, Sparkins's, Battles's, Younkins's, and his own people, the sutler said: "Be you one of them Abolitioners that have named your place after that man Whittier, the Abolition poet?
"Just at this moment Mullett's division of cavalry came charging down on the enemy's rear. The Sixth Corps again advanced, and a most desperate and bloody hand-to-hand bayonet and saber contest now took place. Our artillerymen opened on the lines of the enemy some twenty guns. Our lines were now closing around them. Crooker had come up with his command and closed the gap.
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