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She had found Lottie in the kitchen, and had left her, delighted with the posies, sitting at the table to make them up into bouquets. The rain was pouring down with no promise of a let-up, and Janice did not have even an umbrella. She took off her coat and hung her hat to dry on the back of a chair. "I shall have to be company for a while, I expect, Mr. Drugg," she said, laughing.
Old Elder Concannon's been up once and sat an' listened to the classes. He seems satisfied." Janice did not lose sight of Hopewell Drugg and little Lottie. The store was now doing a fairly good business; but the man admitted that the profits rolled up but slowly, and it would be a long time before he could take his little daughter to Boston. These fall days Janice was frequently with Miss 'Rill.
Janice had a fondness for the little inlet, with its background of tall firs, where she had first met little Lottie Drugg, and she often walked down there. So she became pretty well acquainted with "Mr. Selectman" Cross Moore. But as yet she did not get as far out on the Middletown Lower Road as the house where the Hammett Twins lived.
The soul of music in the man had never been able to burst its chrysalis. "Mother died after I was of age. It seemed too late then for me to get into any other business," Hopewell Drugg went on to say, evenly. "You know, Miss, one gets into a rut. I was in a rut then. And we hadn't any too much money left. It was quite necessary that I do something to keep the pot a-boiling.
"I should think you'd be willing to do something for her!" "What do you mean?" and a little snap, which delighted Janice, suddenly came into Drugg's tone. "Just what I say, Mr. Drugg. You speak as though you loved her." "And who says I don't?" "Your actions." "My actions? What do you mean by that?" and the man flushed more deeply than before.
"Why, Walky Dexter! nobody would really believe such talk about Mr. Drugg," Janice declared. "Ye wouldn't think so, would ye? We've all knowed Hopewell Drugg for years an' years, and he's allus seemed the mildest-mannered pirate that ever cut off a yard of turkey-red. But now Jefers-pelters! ye oughter hear 'em!
"Goodness!" said Aunt 'Mira. "They ain't none o' them sick, be they?" "Sick enough, I guess," exclaimed Mrs. Scattergood, nodding her head vigorously: "Leastways, 'Rill oughter be. I told her so! I was faithful in season, and outer season, warnin' her what would happen if she married that Drugg." "Oh, Mrs. Scattergood! What has happened?" cried Janice, earnestly.
Yet, when Lottie Drugg was stone-blind, the expression of her eyes had been lovely. "Weren't you and your papa lucky to get such a mamma?" continued Janice with a swift glance over her shoulder at Hopewell. The storekeeper was drawing the bow across the strings softly and just a murmur came from them as he listened.
"Did you give her a gold piece a ten dollar gold piece in the change?" shot in Massey, his voice shaking. "Why yes." "Is this it?" and the druggist slapped a gold coin down on the counter between them. Hopewell picked up the coin, turned it over in his hand, holding it close to his near-sighted eyes. Nothing could ever hurry Hopewell Drugg in speech. "Why yes," he said again. "I guess so."
Drugg might have owned one of these famous violins not one of the most ancient, perhaps and told nobody here about it. Why! the ordinary Polktownite would think just as much of a two-dollar-and-a-half fiddle as of a real Stradivarius or an Amati." While she was at the task, Janice took some notes of what she read.
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