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Updated: May 23, 2025
The family mail came bi-weekly to Howlett's, as the post-office at the railroad station was entirely too distant for convenience; and as Saturday approached it was evident, from Mrs Keswick's occasional remarks and questions, that she expected a letter.
Early the next morning the note was carried over to Midbranch by a messenger, who returned, saying that Mr Keswick had gone away, and that his present address was Howlett's in the same county. This piece of information caused Lawrence Croft to open his eyes very wide. A few days before he had received a letter from Mrs Null, written at Howlett's, and now Keswick had gone there.
About the middle of the evening, as Lawrence was thinking that it was time for him to retire to his room in the little house in the yard, Letty came in with a letter which she said had been brought from Midbranch by a colored man on a horse; the man had said there was no answer, and had gone back to Howlett's, where he belonged. The letter was for Mr Croft and from Miss March.
There was a singing in his ears too, and a sensation of giddiness; and when Mr Whitney nodded and looked hard at him, the midshipman half thought that Bob Howlett's words were right, and that the doctor was really going to lecture upon his bald head.
In the controversy which the question has occasioned, Dr Price undoubtedly appears to be much more completely master of his subject, and to possess more accurate information, than his opponents. Judging simply from this controversy, I think one should say that Dr Price's point is nearer being proved than Mr Howlett's.
He must go to Howlett's as quickly as possible. Perhaps Keswick and the cashier had not yet met, and, in that case, all he would have to do would be to remunerate the young woman and her husband for she had informed him that she intended to combine this business with a wedding tour and send them off immediately. He could then have his conference with Keswick there as well as at the Springs.
When they reached the old frame edifice in the woods beyond Howlett's, they found gathered there quite a large assemblage, for this was one of those very attractive occasions called a "big preaching."
"Well, I am blest, and no mistake," muttered Bob, "and him going to take all the kudos. It's too " He had no time to say bad, for Mark spoke out, "No, sir; it was Bob Howlett's idea." "Oh, was it?" said Mr Russell. "Well, never mind; they seem to trust you. Go on and see what you can do."
In my own behalf I will say that I should in all probability have eliminated or corrected this false note when I came to the revision of my proofs." "What shall we wear?" mused Mrs. Willard, as Marguerite folded Mrs. Howlett's note and replaced it in its envelope. "I must positively decline to discuss that question. It is of no public interest," snapped Marguerite, her face flushing angrily.
"I have promised to ask nothing more of that sort. Let us shake hands on it." He stretched his hand from the window, and Miss Annie withdrew from the folds of her waterproof a very soft and white little hand, and put it into his. "And now I must be off," she said. "Are you certain you don't want anything from the store at Howlett's?" "Surely, you are not going as far as that," he said.
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