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At the gate my spirits, which had been of the best all the morning, began to fail me. Though Harriet and I were well enough acquainted with the Starkweathers, yet at this late moment on Christmas morning it did seem rather a hair-brained scheme to think of inviting them to dinner. "Never mind," I said, "they'll not be displeased to see me anyway."
Moreover, I left Harriet, finally, in the breeziest of spirits, having quite forgotten her disappointment over the non-arrival of the cousins. "If you should get the Starkweathers " "'In the bright lexicon of youth," I observed, "'there is no such word as fail." So I set off up the town road. A team or two had already been that way and had broken a track through the snow.
I wondered what his interests could be, surely not mine nor Horace's nor the Starkweathers'. As soon as I began trying to visualize what his life might be, I warmed up to a grand scheme of capturing him, if by chance he was to be found the next day upon the town road.
He heaved a sigh of complete satisfaction. "You have comforted my mind," he said, "with the joys of anticipation a goose, a big goose." So I left him and went onward toward the Starkweathers'. Presently I saw the great house standing among its wintry trees. There was smoke in the chimney but no other evidence of life.
"Yes, indeed, sir," Amos answered promptly, looking back almost reluctantly toward the boat. "Born for a sailor," the captain said to Mr. Freeman, as Amos walked with Anne and Rose toward the Freemans' house. He answered Anne's questions about Aunt Martha, Uncle Enos, Amanda and the Starkweathers, and listened to her account of the wonderful journey to Boston.
"But I was talking of poor people." "Why shouldn't a rule that is good for poor people be equally as good for rich people? Aren't they proud?" "Oh, you can argue," observed Harriet. "And I can act, too," I said. "I am now going over to invite the Starkweathers. I heard a rumor that their cook has left them and I expect to find them starving in their parlour.
Miss Amory Starkweather was greatly respected by the Stornaways, the Downings, the Larkins, and the Burtons, the Starkweathers having landed upon Plymouth Rock so early and with such a distinguished sense of their own importance as to lead to the impression in weak minds that they had not only founded that monumental corner-stone of ancestry, but were personally responsible for the Mayflower.
"Who?" asked Harriet, which is just like a woman. Whenever you get a good healthy argument started with her, she will suddenly short-circuit it, and want to know if you mean Mr. Smith, or Joe Perkins's boys, which I maintain is not logical. "Well, there are the Starkweathers," I said. "David!" "They're rich, aren't they?"
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