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Miss Dawes put an arm about her. Captain Cy, the battle lanterns still twinkling under his brows, stepped forth to meet the "boarding party." They were there, as Georgianna had said. Mr. Thomas on the top step, Heman and Simpson on the next lower, and behind them Abel Leonard and a group of interested volunteers, principally recruited from the back room of the barber shop.
That was a wonderful ride. Emily sat in the captain's lap he positively refused to let her sit beside him on the seat, although Peabody urged it, fearing the child might tire him and her tongue rattled like a sewing machine. She had a thousand things to tell, about her school, about Georgianna, about her dolls, about Lonesome, the cat, and how many mice he had caught, about the big snowstorm.
The next afternoon, when the schoolmistress, who had been delayed by the inevitable examination papers, stopped at the Cy Whittaker place, she was met by Georgianna; Emily, who stood behind the housekeeper in the doorway, was crying. "Cap'n Cy has gone away to Washin'ton," declared Georgianna. "Though what he's gone there for's more'n I know.
"Well, I guess there ain't nothin' said against her now not in THIS town, there ain't! Why, all hands can't praise her enough for her smartness in findin' out about that Thomas. If it wan't for her, he'd be botherin' you yet, Cy. You know it. What are you talkin' about?" Captain Cy passed his hand over his forehead. "Bos'n," he said slowly, "you run and help Georgianna in the kitchen a spell.
But it never struck me that that it meant anything serious, you know anything anything well, you know what I mean, Jed." "Yes. Yes, Sam, I suppose I do." "Yes. Well, I I don't know why it never struck me, either. If Georgianna if my wife had been alive, she'd have noticed, I'll bet, but I didn't.
"Well, I wish to thunder I could be took down with the same kind of disease. I'd be willin' to linger along with it quite a spell if it pumped me as full of joy as Whit seems to be. Don't give laughin' gas to keep off pneumonia, do they? No? Well, I'd like to know the name of his medicine, that's all." Supper was to be ready at six. Georgianna, assisted by Keturah Bangs, Mrs.
"Wonder where Phoebe went to," remarked Mr. Tidditt, a little later. "I thought I saw her with Heman and Georgianna on the front steps when we drove up." "She was there," affirmed the housekeeper. "She'd been helpin' me trim up the rooms here. What do you think of 'em, Cap'n Cyrus? Ain't they pretty?" The sitting room and dining room were gay with evergreens and old-fashioned flowers.
Georgianna returned to announce: "It's Miss Dawes. She says she wants to see you, Cap'n. She's in the settin' room." The captain drew a long breath. Then, repeating his command to Emmie to stay where she was, he left the room, closing the door behind him. The latter procedure roused Bos'n's indignation. "What made him do that?" she demanded. "I haven't been bad. He NEVER shut me up before!"
He took the child into his confidence and told her of the daily gain, or loss, in votes, as if she were his own age. She understood a little of all this, and tried hard to understand the rest, preaching between times to Georgianna how "the bad men were trying to beat Uncle Cyrus because he was gooder than they, but they couldn't, 'cause everybody loved him so."
Each name given by the child was surreptitiously penciled by Bailey on a scrap of paper. The list was a long one and, when the great afternoon came, the Whittaker house was crowded. The supper was a brilliant success. So was the cake, brought in with candles ablaze, by the grinning Georgianna.
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