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"Jeff, is that your notion about Jackson, or whose is it?" "It's mine, now." Mrs, Durgin waited a moment. Then she began, with a feeling quite at variance with her words: "Well, I'll thank Cynthy Whit'ell to mind her own business!
"Jeff, is that your notion about Jackson, or whose is it?" "It's mine, now." Mrs. Durgin waited a moment. Then she began, with a feeling quite at variance with her words: "Well, I'll thank Cynthy Whit'ell to mind her own business!
"Yes, yes," he said, "it was a miserable business." He could not help adding: "If Jeff could have kept it to himself but perhaps that wasn't possible." "Mr. Westover!" said Mrs. Durgin, sternly. "Do you think Jeff would come to me, like a great crybaby, and complain of my lady boarders and the way they used him? It was Mr. Whit'ell that let it out, or I don't know as I should ever known about it."
Whitwell." "Mr. Whit'ell!" said Mrs. Durgin, concentrating in her accent of his name the contempt she could not justly pour out on the others. "Oh," Jeff went on, "I did think that I could take hold with you, if you could bring yourself to let me off this last year at Harvard." "Jeff!" said his mother, reproachfully. "You know you don't mean that you'd give up your last year in college?"
Then, this morning, when I see her settin' there so cool and mighty with the boarders, and takin' the lead as usual, I just waited till she got Whit'ell across, and nearly everybody was there that saw what she done to Jeff, and then I flew out on her." Westover could not suppress a laugh. "Well, Mrs. Durgin, your retaliation was complete; it was dramatic."
Then, this morning, when I see her settin' there so cool and mighty with the boarders, and takin' the lead as usual, I just waited till she got Whit'ell across, and nearly everybody was there that saw what she done to Jeff, and then I flew out on her." Westover could not suppress a laugh. "Well, Mrs. Durgin, your retaliation was complete; it was dramatic."
"Yes, yes," he said, "it was a miserable business." He could not help adding: "If Jeff could have kept it to himself but perhaps that wasn't possible." "Mr. Westover!" said Mrs. Durgin, sternly. "Do you think Jeff would come to me, like a great crybaby, and complain of my lady boarders and the way they used him? It was Mr. Whit'ell that let it out, or I don't know as I should ever known about it."
"I'm glad Jeff didn't tell you," said Westover, with a revulsion of good feeling toward him. "He'd 'a' died first," said his mother. "But Mr. Whit'ell done just right all through, and I sha'n't soon forget it. Jeff's give me a proper goin' over for what I done; both the boys have. But I couldn't help it, and I should do just so again.
"I'm glad Jeff didn't tell you," said Westover, with a revulsion of good feeling toward him. "He'd 'a' died first," said his mother. "But Mr. Whit'ell done just right all through, and I sha'n't soon forget it. Jeff's give me a proper goin' over for what I done; both the boys have. But I couldn't help it, and I should do just so again.
But a menacing suspense followed his words. His mother broke out at last: "You asked Cynthy Whit'ell to marry you! And she said she would! Well, I can tell her she won't, then!" "And I can tell you she will!" Jeff stormed back. He rose to his feet and stood over his mother. She began steadily, as if he had not spoken. "If that designin' " "Look out, mother! Don't you say anything against Cynthia!
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