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Updated: June 19, 2025
Abby Daggett gazed at the scene in rapt admiration through the clouds of dust which uprose from under Dolly's scuffling feet. "Ain't that place han'some, now she's fixed it up?" she demanded of Mrs. Deacon Whittle, who sat bolt upright at her side, her best summer hat, sparsely decorated with purple flowers, protected from the suffocating clouds of dust by a voluminous brown veil.
I thought, first, of telling Mrs. Daggett; she is a kind soul. I had to tell someone, because he is coming home soon, and I may need help." Her eyes were solemn, beseeching, compelling. His anger died suddenly, leaving only a sort of indignant pity for her unfriended youth. "You are " he began, then stopped short. A painter was swiftly descending his ladder, whistling as he came.
The members of the original corporation that held the franchise of the road were Fisher Ames, James Richardson, and Timothy Gay, Jr., of Dedham; Timothy Whitney and John Whiting, of Roxbury; Eliphalet Slack, Samuel S. Blackinton, William Blackinton, Israel Hatch, Elijah Daggett, and Joseph Holmes, of Attleborough; Ephraim Starkweather, Oliver Wilkinson, and Ozias Wilkinson, of Pawtucket, Rhode Island.
"I thought 'twould be kind of nice, seeing our minister was just married, and so, in a way, this is a wedding reception. I don't know what the rest of you ladies'll think." Abby Daggett stood with clasped hands, her big soft bosom rising and falling in a sort of ecstasy. "Why, Phoebe," she said, "it's a real poem! It couldn't be no han'somer if it had been done right up in heaven!"
It was evident from a private inspection of their contents that Miss Orr was in mourning. At this point in her meditations Mrs. Black became aware of an insistent voice hailing her from the other side of the picket fence. It was Mrs. Daggett, her large fair face flushed with the exertion of hurrying down the walk leading from Mrs. Whittle's house.
Of this much he had no doubt; but he was not able to assure himself, quite so satisfactorily, that the key was to be looked at by the way. The interview between Captain Daggett and the Widow White lasted more than an hour. In that time the former had gleaned all the information the latter could give, and they parted on the best terms in the world.
"Heaven forbid!" exclaimed the deacon, as sharply as wasting lungs would allow "Heaven forbid! If Gar'ner his let that Daggett keep in his company an hour longer than was necessary, he has deserved to meet with shipwreck, though the loss always falls heaviest on the owners."
Daggett had said that one island, high, mountainous, ragged and bleak, but of some size, lay the most westerly in the group, while several others were within a few miles of it. The last were lower, much smaller, and little more than naked rocks. One of these last, however, he insisted on it, was a volcano in activity, and that, at intervals, it emitted flames as well as a fierce heat.
"Mebbe her ideas is all right; and anyhow, s'long as she's paying out good money " "Oh, she'll pay! she'll pay!" said Mr. Daggett, with a large gesture. "Ain't no doubt about her paying for what she wants." He shoved his plate aside, and tipped back in his chair with a heavy yawn.
"Wal, sir, I s'pose them fellers roped in every man in this town. I don't s'pose they got out with a cent less'n one thousand dollars. An' when the book come wal!" Here he stopped to roar. "I don't s'pose you ever see a madder lot o' men in your life. In the first place, they got the names and the pitchers mixed so that I was Judge Ricker, an' Judge Ricker was ol' man Daggett.
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