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"Considering that he never saw you that isn't so surprising," I interrupted. "I think Mr. Campbell would have another cup of coffee if you urged him. Susanna, take Mr. Campbell's cup." Jim declined the coffee; said he hadn't finished his first cup yet. I knew that, of course, but I was trying to head off Hephzy. She refused to be headed, just then. "But I knew HIM," she went on.
"You can't be too careful," said Hephzy. I was of the opinion that you could. The cat had been "farmed out" with Susanna's people and Susanna herself was to feed the hens twice a day, lock them in each night and let them out each morning. Their keeper had a carefully prepared schedule as to quantity and quality of food; Hephzy had prepared and furnished it.
Hephzy peered out at them in amazement. "Mercy on us, Hosy!" she exclaimed. "I never saw such a procession of carriages. They're as far ahead and as far back of us as you can see. It is like the biggest funeral that ever was, except that they don't crawl along the way a funeral does. I'm glad of that, anyhow. I wish I didn't FEEL so much as if I was goin' to be buried. I don't know why I do.
Knowles," he stammered, "really, I I am at a loss to understand your meaning. Surely you do not mean that that " "Of course he didn't mean that," put in Hephzy. "What he said was that some of the ones who talk the loudest and oftenest in prayer-meetin' at our Methodist church in Bayport weren't as good as they pretended to be. And that's so, too." Mr. Judson seemed relieved. "Oh," he exclaimed.
Hephzy had declared that our coming to London was the result of a special dispensation we had been "sent" there. In the face of this miracle I was not disposed to contradict her. The letter itself was more extraordinary than all else. It was that of a young person, of a hot-headed boy. But WHAT a boy he must be! What an unlicked, impudent, arrogant young cub!
As we turned a corner a smaller bird rose from the grass beside the road and soared upward, singing with all its little might until it was a fluttering speck against the sky. Hephzy watched it, her eyes shining. "I believe," she cried, excitedly, "I do believe that is a skylark. Do you suppose it is?" "A lark, yes, lady," said our driver. "A lark, a real skylark! Just think of it, Hosy.
"Come to my room and I'll show you," said I. "You may be surprised." "See here! you haven't gone and dug up another fossilized bookworm like yourself, have you? If you have, I refuse " "Come and see." We took the elevator to the fourth floor and walked to my room. I opened the door. "Hephzy," said I, "here is someone you know."
When our own Steward came I asked him. "Yes, sir," he answered, with unction. "Yes, sir, that is Lord and Lady Erkskine, sir, thank you, sir." Hephzy stared at Lord and Lady Erkskine. I gave our luncheon order, and the steward departed. Then her indignant disgust and disappointment burst forth. "Well! well!" she exclaimed. "And that is a real live lord! That is!
Hephzibah was the daughter of Captain Barnabas by his first wife. Hephzy was born in 1859, so she is well over fifty now, although no one would guess it. Her mother died when she was a little girl and ten years later Captain Barnabas married again. His second wife was Susan Hammond, of Ostable, and by her he had one daughter, Ardelia. Hephzy has always declared "Ardelia" to be a pretty name.
I did not like to think of it. "Oh dear!" sighed Hephzy; "if only things were different. If only she knew all about her father and his rascality and was livin' with us because she wanted to if that was the way of it, it would be so different. If you and I had really adopted her! If she only was your niece." "Nonsense!" I snapped. "She isn't my niece." "I know it.
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