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Updated: May 10, 2025
Her lips moved as she talked over to herself the events made known by Zack, or the excuses she was building up for Dale. She was passing Hewlet's house now, when a woman's voice, high, whiney and querulous, floated out to her. "Let the gal alone, Tom! Yer've done near bruised her arm off now, as 'tis!" Aunt Timmie reined in.
I have no doubt but you meant to do the best, and I now hope you will endeavour to make the best of it, and bad enough that will be, with respect to all improvement, if I am not disappointed. Pray allot an hour for your journal, and never let it be a day in arrear. I shall consider this as occupying usefully the hour which used to be Hewlet's or Meance's.
He now reached the broken gate and for awhile stood regarding the house, listening to see what manner of sounds came from within. Being satisfied, he called: "Hey, Tom!" The door opened, and Mrs. Hewlet's whining voice answered: "What d'you want?" "Is Tom home?" he asked, in a half whisper. "What if he is?" she demanded. "Nuthin'," Tusk answered, shifting his weight and leaning against the fence.
Bob, already by him on the floor, looked up, saying: "He's coming about all right. What shall we do, Colonel?" "Leave him down the road," the Colonel snapped. "Tom Hewlet's house'll be good enough, and I'll pay the rascal's niece to nurse him, if he requires it. Why did they fight?" He turned abruptly to Jane. "He he resented something Tusk said." "Something Tusk said to you?"
"Git in dar-ar churn of yoh'n an' go dis minit to Tom Hewlet's house, den tell Miss Nancy ole Timmie say we'se countin' on her! She'll come, too! Make haste now, man!" The noise of his little machine was growing faint, when the door opened and Brent stood on the threshold. "Where's Stone, Aunt Timmie?"
He had left Arden shortly before sundown and, by following two side roads, reached the rear gate of Tom Hewlet's farm without having to appear on the pike. This was no unusual route for him on evenings when the pike promised hazards such as a chance meeting with the Harts or Jane.
I take it that things will soon begin to show in earnest?" "It depends on what you mean by earnest," Brent laughed. "If construction work, that doesn't begin till after I've done!" "Of course, of course! I had forgotten! Where do you cross the pike, sir?" Brent looked at him a moment, then slowly began to smile. "I'm going through the front parlor of my friend Tom Hewlet's house."
I have no doubt but you meant to do the best, and I now hope you will endeavour to make the best of it, and bad enough that will be, with respect to all improvement, if I am not disappointed. Pray allot an hour for your journal, and never let it be a day in arrear. I shall consider this as occupying usefully the hour which used to be Hewlet's or Meance's.
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