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Updated: May 21, 2025
Hezekiah Lighthouse appeared in her hospitable doorway. "Thankee, thankee, I don't care if I do, Mis' Patridge," responded the visitor, heavily bringing himself within the family circle. "How's all?" he asked, comfortably establishing himself in the arm-chair. "Middlin', thankee," said the widow. "I've been enjoyin' very poor health till lately.
Many's the time I've sot on the doorstep here enjoyin' a smoke with the rain comin' down so hard it'd wash the tobaccer right out o' the pipe, an' twice er maybe it was three times it biled over an' What's that you say?" "I did not say anything, Phineas," said the girl, shaking her head mournfully. "I am wondering, though, where you will go when you die."
"I want to see how badly you have been bitten," she said. "Go finish washin' your dishes," he advised, with a sneer. "That's where you belong. Until you an' your bunch butted in with your palaver I was enjoyin' myself. You drive me plumb weary." Betty faced him resolutely, though now there was contrition in her manner, in her voice. She spoke firmly.
"It's uglier than a toad, if anything. But I never kill toads; I know better'n to do that." "I am glad to hear it," said the visitor from town as they turned toward the elm tree. "Toads enjoy life and it's wicked to molest 'em." "Oh, I don't know about their enjoyin' life. The reason I let 'em alone is, coz if you kill a toad, your cow'll give bad milk." Alice did not dispute this wise statement.
So, little by little, John Shadrack's widow grew on me, till I saw her a square little old woman, with a wrinkled, brown face, a perpetual smile and a pipe that snuffled in a homely, comfortable way. I smiled. You couldn't help smiling when Mrs. John Shadrack looked down at you. "It's been such a treat to have you," she cried. "I've been enjoyin' every minute of your visit." This was puzzling.
"Which means, I suppose, that you are not going to tell me." "I got so much else to tell y'u that's a heap more important," he laughed. "Y'u see, I'm enjoyin' my first automobile ride. It was certainly thoughtful of y'u to ask me to go riding with y'u, Miss Messiter." "So you know my name. May I ask how?" was her astonished question.
Slavin released the man's shoulder with a testy, balked gesture. "Yes! enjoyin' th' racket an' dhrunk like th' rist, I guess! . . . 'Tis a foine sort av town-constable yez are!" Nick Lee maintained his air of injured innocence. "I came round here 'bout midnight, anyways!" he protested. "I always do jes' t' see 'f everythin's all right.
"Wentworth ain't the only one around here that needs watchin'," he said warningly. "What do ye mean?" "I mean your clerk ain't the fool he lets on he is. That room you put me in was next to his. The chinkin's fallen out in spots, an' his light was lit late, so I just laid in my bunk an' glued my eye to the crack. He was readin' an' enjoyin' what he read.
"Mr. Moorshed goes forward, lookin' unusual 'appy, even for him. The Marines was enjoyin' a committee-meetin' in their own flat. "After that, it fell dark, with just a little streaky, oily light on the sea an' any thin' more chronic than the Archimandrite I'd trouble you to behold. She looked like a fancy bazaar and a auction-room yes, she almost looked like a passenger-steamer.
Now and then Macgregor chuckled with moderate heartiness. 'Enjoyin' yersel'? she said in a chocolate whisper, close to his ear. 'So, so. 'Ye're like me. I prefer the serious picturs. Real life an' true love for me! Ha'e a sweetie? Oh, ye're smokin'. As I was sayin', ye're a queer lad, Macgreegor. She leaned against his arm.
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