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He went away, and a little later Ruth heard the automobiles start for Herringport. She had the forenoon to herself, for the rest of her party had gone out in a motor boat fishing a party from which she had excused herself. Eagerly she began to examine the scenarios submitted to Mr. Hammond.
And he was quite as much in the dark as to his friend's motive when Ruth announced their first visit to be to the office of the Herringport Harpoon, the local news sheet. A man with bushy hair, a pencil stuck over his ear, and wearing an ink-stained apron, met them in the office of the Harpoon. This was Ezra Payne, editor and publisher of the weekly news-sheet, and this was his busiest day.
"If Aunt Kate won't mind," said Ruth, "let us try it, while she remains at the Herringport Inn." "I'll run her back and forth every day for the 'eats'," Tom promptly proposed. "My duty as a chaperon " began the good woman, when her niece broke in with: "In numbers there is perfect safety, Auntie. There are a whole lot of girls down there at the Point."
The Herringport ladies were not at all interested in such a thing happening to the town's schoolmaster, for to tell the truth the local schoolmaster was an old married man with a house full of children and nothing at all romantic about him. Ruth took Mr.
"I fancy that if they had had a real scandal to discuss," she observed, "their faces would have registered more poignant interest." "'Poignant interest'!" scoffed the manager in disgust. "If these Herringport tabbies had the toothache they would register only polite anguish in public. They are the most insular and self-contained and self-suppressed women I ever saw. These Down-Easters!
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