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"My soul!" whispered Hephzy, looking aghast at the spacious grounds, "we can never hire THIS. This is too expensive and grand for us, Hosy. Look at the grass to cut and the flowers to attend to, and the house to run. No wonder the servants have 'quarters. My soul and body!
"Why, she wanted to know if she should call you 'Uncle Hosea. She supposed it should be that 'Uncle Hosy' sounded a little irreverent." I did not answer. "Uncle Hosea!" a beautiful title, truly. "She acted so different to-day, didn't she," observed Hephzy. "It's because she's gettin' well, I suppose. She was real full of fun, wasn't she." "Confound her yes," I snarled.
"I shall," I observed. "I feel responsible in a way and I shall be sorry." "'SO sorry, you mean, Hosy. That's what that blunderin' steward said when he stepped on my skirt and tore the gatherin' all loose. I told him he wasn't half as sorry as I was." But at noon next day, when the observation was taken and the run posted on the bulletin board the figure was six hundred and two.
What do you mean?" "Why, I mean about Little Frank. It makes me feel surer than ever that we shall run across him." I suppressed a groan. "Hephzy," said I, "why on earth should the fact that Captain Stone knew my father encourage you to believe that we shall meet a person we never knew at all?" "Hosy, how you do talk!
She put down the knitting. "Hosy Knowles!" she exclaimed. "WHAT are you talkin' about?" "But would you?" "I presume likely I would, if I had the chance; but it isn't likely that where are you goin'?" I did not answer. I hurried out of the sitting-room and out of the house. When I returned I found her still knitting. The circular lay on the floor at her feet. She regarded me anxiously.
Lie down and rest, if you can." "Rest!" "You must. The train doesn't leave Haddington for pretty nigh two hours, and we've got lots of time. I'll fetch you up some tea and toast or somethin' by and by and I'll be all ready to start when you are. Now go and lie down, Hosy dear, to please me." I ignored the last sentence. "You will be ready?" I repeated. "Do you mean you're going with me?"
The advertisement read as follows: "To Let for the Summer Months Furnished. A Rectory in Mayberry, Sussex. Ten rooms, servants' quarters, vegetable gardens, small fruit, tennis court, etc., etc. Water and gas laid on. Golf near by. Terms low. Rector Mayberry, Sussex." "I answered it, Hosy," said Hephzy. "You did!" "Yes. It sounded so nice I couldn't help it.
"This is the steamer. I know it doesn't look like one, but it is. This is the 'Plutonia' and we are on board at last." Two hours later we leaned together over the rail and watched the lights of New York grow fainter behind us. Hephzibah drew a deep breath. "It is so," she said. "It is really so. We ARE, aren't we, Hosy." "We are," said I. "There is no doubt of it."
"Unless you count 'Uncle Tom' or 'Ten Nights in a Barroom, or some of those other plays that come to Bayport," she added. "I suppose I'm making a perfect fool of myself laughin' and cryin' over what's nothin' but make-believe, but I can't help it. Isn't it splendid, Hosy! I wonder what Father would say if he could know that his daughter was really travelin' just goin' to Europe!
"Yes, she came an hour ago. Doctor Bayliss, the younger one, brought her in his auto. She hardly spoke to me, Hosy, and went straight to her room. Hosy, what happened? What is the matter?" "Nothing," said I, curtly. "Nothing unusual, that is. I made a fool of myself once more, that's all." The between-maid knocked and entered. "Where would you wish the parcels, sir?" she asked.
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