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The team started off about noon, but the "rooters", most of whom had eleven-thirty recitations, started an hour later, after a hurried dinner. Thacher was only twenty-odd miles away, but the journey occupied more than an hour, since it was necessary to take train to Wharton and change there to the trolley line.
Spent the afternoon and evening yesterday at Mr. Mather's, with uncle and aunt, Rebecca and Sir Thomas, and Mr. Torrey of Weymouth, and his wife; Mr. Thacher, the minister of the South Meeting, and Major Simon Willard of Concord, being present also. There was much discourse of certain Antinomians, whose loose and scandalous teachings in respect to works were strongly condemned, although Mr.
Thacher was not a very large place and, after wandering up one side of the main street and down the other, looking in all the windows, and leisurely partaking of college-ices at the principal drug store, there was still ten minutes left to be disposed of.
"What sort of a looking fellow was this? The one with the auto, I mean?" "Oh, he was about twenty years old, with kind of long hair, light-brown, and sort of greyish eyes." "Tell you his name?" "No, sir, we didn't ask him. He drives the auto for some liveryman in Thacher, he said." "Hm.
It is one of the fruits of the author's extended travels, and is manly, simple, and healthy a very good sort of book for those for whom it is intended, which, in these days of mawkish or feverish "juvenile" literature, is saying much for it. Why Miss Thacher should call a little book, which contains a little collection of little sketches, "Seashore and Prairie," we do not see.
When, having escorted the lady to the door, Thacher came back to his private office, he found the light keeper sitting in the armchair reserved for customers and pulling thoughtfully at his beard. "Well, Cap'n," said Mr. Thacher, "what can I do for you?" Captain Jethro crossed his legs. "I come over to cash a couple of checks I got by mail," he said.
"Two men and a young fellow," mused Dick. "I'd like to know who they are." "One o' the men looked like a preacher or schoolmaster. He called the young feller Thacher, or something like that." "It wasn't Baxter?" queried Dick, struck by a sudden idea. "That's the name now I remember." "And the man, did they call him Grinder Jasper Grinder?" went on Dick excitedly.
Martin after a while, moved by some strange impulse and looking over her shoulder, at which remark Mrs. Thacher glanced up anxiously. "Something has been hanging over me all day," said she simply, and at this the needles clicked faster than ever. "We've been taking rather a low range," suggested Mrs. Jake.
"I was going to ask you for something for her shoulder," said Grandmother Thacher, much pleased, "she'll tell you about it, it was a fall she had out of an apple-tree," and Nan looked up with not a little apprehension, but presently tucked her small hand inside the doctor's and was more than ready to go with him. "I thought she looked a little pale," the doctor said, to which Mrs.
"Belike they don't," responded Jacob, "but when they get Ad'line to come round to their ways o' thinkin' now, after what's been and gone, they'll have cause to thank themselves. She's just like her gre't grandsir Thacher; you can see she's made out o' the same stuff. You might ha' burnt him to the stake, and he'd stick to it he liked it better'n hanging and al'ays meant to die that way.
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