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Updated: June 25, 2025
Her jaw did not actually drop at the scene that met her eyes, for that did not happen to be her method of expressing surprise, but her manner conveyed none the less an astonishment not very agreeable. "Was I mistaken," she said, "in thinking I was to stop and take you to the Bentons'?" "Quite right, my dear. Only Max's return has put everything else out of my head."
"Ye've hit the nail right on the head, sir. It was him that druv our last two parsons out of the parish an' almost out of their minds, too." "Did all side with Mr. Stubbles?" "Oh, no, not all. There were a few who stood at his back, sich as the Bentons, an' me an' Empty.
Their boys are all wild, an' I've heard stories about the girls since they left home." Jake paused and bit thoughtfully at a blade of grass he was holding in his hand. "But it ain't the Bentons I'm thinkin' so much about," he continued. "There are others. Look at Mike Gibband, fer instance, an' him a churchwarden, too.
He used to say he must be right sometimes if he did that, because even the hands on a painted clock point right twice a day. What started me to trying for some way of telling the Bentons apart was this. I heard them talking about a girl.
Would it not have been better and more manly to have come in his official capacity instead of as a spy? But the thought of the failure of his predecessors somewhat soothed his troubled conscience. If the majority of the people were like the Bentons, it would be different.
February 19th. I dined with the Mayor at the Town Hall last Friday evening. I sat next to Mr. W. J , an Irish-American merchant, who is in very good standing here. He told me that he used to be very well acquainted with General Jackson, and that he was present at the street fight between him and the Bentons, and helped to take General Jackson off the ground.
He was very hot and it was refreshing to sit under the shade of the tree with his back against the big ice-scarred trunk. In fact, he was so comfortable that he had no inclination to play upon his violin which was lying by his side. It was good to sit there and think. Again the old lure of the freedom of a wandering life swept upon him, and the impression the Bentons had made gradually diminished.
"Probably the cat," he said, with the patient air of a man arguing with an unreasonable woman. "Of course," he added we were passing the churchyard then, dominated by what the village called the Benton "mosolem" "there's a chance that those dead-and-gone Bentons resent anything as modern as a telephone. It might be interesting to see what they would do to a victrola."
Inasmuch as these more than punctual debaters must be cooked for, there was, to speak plainly, "feeling" on the part of the housekeeper at the Bentons’. Wasn’t it enough for folks to come to a dance and get a good supper, and go away like Christians when the thing was over, instead of coming a day before it began and lingering on as if they had no home to go to?
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