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The old lady his wife is sick of the place and he only come here on her account. He cal'lates that New York is good enough for him. I cal'late 'tis. Anyhow, Denboro won't hang onto his coattails to hold him back. Tell Ros the whole story, George." George told it, beginning with his receipt of his father-in-law's telegram and his hurried return to the Cape.
The lawyer came and the papers were signed transferring to James W. Colton the strip of land over which Denboro had excited itself for months. Each day I sat at my desk expecting Captain Dean and a delegation of indignant citizens to rush in and denounce me as a traitor and a turncoat.
Abbie's a good woman none better but she generally don't notice a joke until she trips over it. I get consider'ble fun out of Abbie, take her by the large. 'New York! she says. 'Did anybody ever hear the beat of that? Do you cal'late New York's like South Denboro, where everybody knows everybody else?
Newcomb and Baker and Mullet and Black began talking all together. I learned that the Colton invasion of Denboro was a spectacle only equaled by the yearly coming of the circus to Hyannis, or the opening of the cattle show at Ostable. The carriages and horses had arrived by freight the morning before; the servants and the family on the afternoon train. "I see 'em myself," affirmed Alonzo.
"It's very kind of you, Sim, to be willing to go to so much trouble on my account," I observed. "I didn't know there was such disinterested kindness in Denboro." Sim seemed a bit put out. "Why," he stammered, "I I of course I presumed likely you'd be willin' to pay me a little commission or or somethin'. I thought I might be a sort of er agent for you.
You and I have brooded over our sorrow and what we considered our disgrace much more than we should. He is right, Boy. We are innocent of any wrong-doing." "Yes, Mother," I answered, "I suppose we are. But we must keep the secret still. No one else in Denboro must know. You know what gossip there would be. There is enough now.
Graves, my circles down here are consider'ble smaller, but they suit me. I'm worth twenty-odd thousand myself, not in a year, but in a lifetime. I'm selectman and director in the bank and trustee of the church. When I holler 'Boo, the South Denboro folks some of them, anyhow set up and take notice.
My skiff was a flat bottomed affair, drawing very little, but in Denboro bay, at low tide, even a flat-bottomed skiff has to beware of sand and eel-grass. Small was busy whitewashing, but he was glad to see me. If you keep a lighthouse, the average lighthouse, you are glad to see anybody.
This spot is the most attractive I have found in Denboro." I observed that the view from her verandas must be almost the same. "Almost, but not quite," she said. "These pines shut off the inlet below, and all the little fishing boats. One of them is yours, I suppose. Which?" "That is my launch there," I replied, pointing. "The little white one? You built it yourself, I think Father said."
"Well, anyhow it looks to me Lute, you keep still as if there was goin' to be two parties in Denboro afore this Lane business is over. One for the Coltons and one against 'em. You'll have to take one side or the other, won't you, Roscoe?" "Not necessarily." "Goin' to set on the fence, hey?" "That's a good place TO sit, isn't it?" Dorinda smiled, grimly.
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