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'I've thought all I'm going to think, replied the girl. 'I shall stay here as long as I like, and be indebted neither to you nor to stepfather. Mrs. Mumford breathed a sigh of thankfulness that she was not called upon to take part in this scene. It was bad enough that the servant engaged in laying lunch could hear distinctly Mrs. Higgins's coarse and violent onslaught.
A cold hand gripped my heart. I began to skirt the smouldering embers of the shanties and wooden warehouses, trying to follow where the streets had been. Men were prowling about everywhere, blackened by smoke, their clothing torn and burned. "Can you make out where Higgins's store was?" one of them hailed me. "I had a little shanty next door, and some gold dust.
My notes'll come due, and I'm done for. Simple. Crane thought it up." "What do you want of me? So far as I can see, you are up against it. You can't borrow any more, and your notes won't be extended. You're done." "Hain't started yet not yet. Figger to start to-day. That's why I come to see you." "But I can do nothing for you." "Higgins's Bridge mill's good, hain't it? Logical payin' proposition?
There is something manly in the tear of a brave sailor," returned the officer, coldly, but politely. "We shall get a good observation to-day, and if the men work hearty all the spare spars and sails will be up by nightfall." Mr. Higgins's mind was evidently on his duty, and not being inclined to enjoy the captain's conversation, he took every opportunity to change the subject.
We can turn back to his place, but we will have to cut across one of Mr. Austin's fields." "Charming. We can have the satisfaction of trampling on some of Mr. Austin's early wheat crop. Right about, face! But, incidentally, what are we to do after we get to Mr. Higgins's?" They were now scurrying back over the ground they had just traversed.
One evening, all the party walked to carry to Hannah Higgins's little girl a pinafore that Annie had been making. She was a nice, tidy woman, but there was little furniture in her house, and she looked very poor. The garden was large, and in pretty good order; and there was an empty pig-sty, into which Annie peeped significantly. "No, Miss Annie, we haven't no pig," said Mrs. Higgins.
The next morning Mr. Williams telegraphed you and set off." He waited. "And when he returned?" "It's been hell ever since." He was in no condition to see the comic side of the affair. Nor was Miss Vantweekle. She was on my wife's bed in tears. "All poor Aunt Higgins's present gone into that horrid thing," she moaned, "and all the dresses I was planning to get in Paris.
As Captain Josiah Dimick always says: "Bayport is all north and south, like a codfish line. It puts me in mind of Seth Higgins's oldest boy. He was so tall and thin that when they bought a suit of clothes for him, they used to take reefs in the sides of the jacket and use the cloth to piece onto the bottoms of the trousers' legs."
Each recovered himself in time, however, and not until the tea was arranged upon the table near the fire was any outward recognition of Miss Alicia's presence made. Then Burrill, pausing, made an announcement entirely without prejudice: "I beg pardon, sir, but Higgins's cart has come for Miss Temple Barholm's box; he is asking when she wants the trap."
Higgins gladly consented to hitch up his high-boarded farm wagon and drive them to the station on the Wabash line, and half an hour later Higgins's wagon clattered away in the night. To all appearances he was the only passenger. But seated on a soft pile of grain sacks in the rear of the wagon, completely hidden from view by the tall "side-beds," were the refugees. Mrs.
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