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"He likes the village so well he's goin' to stay here always," explained Abner. "Says he's been all 'round the world, but he never see a place he liked so well's he does East Harniss. How's that for high, hey? And you callin' it a one-horse town, Obed Gott!" The Major moved into the "Gorham place" the next morning. It the "place" was an old-fashioned house on the hill, though not on Mr.
Ye-es, yes, yes. G'long, gal." The buggy moved away from the platform. Its passenger, his chilly feet and legs tightly wrapped in the robes, drew a breath of relief between his chattering teeth. He was actually going somewhere at last; whatever happened, morning would not find him propped frozen stiff against the scarred and mangy clapboards of the South Harniss station.
They had met at one of the hotel tea-dances during his second summer in South Harniss. He and she were not intimate friends exactly, her mother saw to that, but they were well acquainted. She was short and piquant, had a nose which freckled in the Cape Cod sunshine, and she talked and laughed easily. "Good evening, Mr. Speranza," she said, again.
Everyone expected that the "gentleman of the old school" would go also, but one evening Abner Payne, whose business is "real estate, fire and life insurance, justice of the peace, and houses to let and for sale," rushed into the post office to announce that the Major had leased the "Gorham place," furnished, and intended to make East Harniss his home.
"It has been awfully good to see you again, Helen," declared Albert. "But I told you that in the beginning, didn't I? You seem like well, like a part of home, you know. And home means something to me nowadays." "I'm glad to hear you speak of South Harniss as home.
The Cape makes a wide bend between Denboro and Trumet. The distance between these towns is twenty long, curved miles over the road; by water it is reduced to a straight fourteen. And midway between the two, at the center of the curve, is East Harniss. The Lady May coughed briskly on. There was no sea, and she sent long, widening ripples from each side of her bow.
We had it on the lawn out back of the billiard room and folks came from Harniss and Orham and the land knows where. The sheds and barn was filled with carriages and we served thirty-two extra dinners at a dollar a feed. The dishes was piled on a table and Peter T. done his auctioneer preaching from a kind of pulpit made out of two cracker boxes and a tea chest.
Mary was amazed and a trifle alarmed. One partner of Hamilton and Company was there in the buggy with her. By all the rules of precedent and South Harniss business the other should have been at the store. She knew that her uncles had employed no clerk or assistant since she left. "But but is Uncle Zoeth sick?" she asked. "Sick? No, no, course he ain't sick.
So I walk up to a nice appearin' Frenchman with a tall hat and whiskers I didn't know there was so many chin whiskers outside of East Harniss, or some other back number place and I say, 'Pardon, Monseer. Place delay Concorde? Just like that with a question mark after it. After I say it two or three times he begins to get a floatin' sniff of what I'm drivin' at and says he: 'Place delay Concorde?
"Well, the fust mate was Obed Simmons he's dead now but he used to live over on the road towards East Harniss. The skipper well, he was a feller you know." "'Twas Cap'n Eri," said Mrs. Snow with conviction. "That's right, ma'am. Perez told you, I s'pose." "No, nobody told me. I jest guessed it.
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