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That would settle any quitclaim of this character. Half a dozen other heirs were bought off at the time; but she was overlooked. The rest of the five hundred Mrs. Carringford can raise it will be split between Schrimpe and his principal." "There are some mighty mean people in this world," said Broxton Day, grimly. "You've said it," agreed the lawyer. "Now, maybe I'd better see Mrs. Carringford.
Carringford somewhere where we can talk without the neighbors seeing and hearing everything." For he had noticed the bowed blinds of Miss Peckham's cottage only a few yards from the end of the porch. "Tell her to come into the living room, Janice," said Mr. Day, rising slowly and reaching for his crutches. But it was evident that he understood the lawyer's excitement no more than Janice did.
Carringford got into the hands of a sharper when she undertook to buy that cottage in Mullen Lane of Abel Strout." "Oh, dear, Daddy! isn't there any way of helping them out of their trouble?" Janice asked disappointedly. "I cannot tell that until I know all the particulars." "Oh! Let me tell you " "Do you know them, my dear?" he asked, interrupting her.
Carringford, seeking to cover her daughter's embarrassment. "I will for a minute, thank you," was Janice Day's smiling reply. "You know, I like Amy, Mrs. Carringford, and I have never been to her house before, and she has never been to mine." Her speech helped to cover her friend's hesitation. Amy tripped in behind Janice and suddenly gave her a hearty squeeze.
"The companionship of a woman, Mr. Day," said Mrs. Carringford. "She should be more with some woman whom you can trust. Not the women you have had here to work for you." Janice had run away to bathe her eyes and make herself tidy. Broxton Day listened to this woman's advise with a serious countenance. "I was just suggesting her going to spend a part of the summer with her aunt in Vermont.
Amy Carringford had been hungry for a close friend. Perhaps Janice was starved, too, for such companionship. At any rate, Amy responded to Janice's friendliness just as a sunflower responds to the orb of the day and turns toward it. The two girls went on quite merrily toward the Day cottage at Eight Hundred and Forty-five Knight Street.
"My dear," sighed Mrs. Carringford, "I don't know how long we'll have our home, poor as it is. We owe a lot of money on it. I am afraid I did wrong in trying to buy this place," and she shook her head sadly. Janice did not feel like asking the friendly woman pointblank what she meant; but Amy afterward explained. "You see, Janice, Mr. Abel Strout, of Napsburg, owned this house.
When he got back downstairs and the firemen had declared the conflagration entirely extinguished, Gummy found himself quite a hero. The excitement had hurt nobody, after all. Janice was glad Mrs. Carringford was not there at the time, or she certainly would have been worried about Gummy. "You are an awfully smart boy, Gummy," Janice declared, clinging to the boy's hand.
It isn't " she cried excitedly, and actually stamping her feet. "You don't mean to shut up our home, Daddy? I won't hear to it," and she burst into a flood of tears. Mrs. Carringford came into the living-room, neat, smiling, and very, very good to look upon, the man thought. It was a blessing to have a real housekeeper, and homemaker as well, in the house. "Quite overwrought, Mr.
Schrimpe seemed very confused, as well as angry; but he did not dare to assert himself. Mr. Day held out his hand for the paper the lawyer had given to Mrs. Carringford. "Just leave it to me, Mrs. Carringford," he said confidently. "I know just what to do. Possibly had I not broken my leg I would have been able to warn you of this."
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