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He was very fond of Charlie Phillips; he had made up his mind at first to like him because he was Ruth's brother, but now he liked him for himself. And, had things been other than as they were, he could think of no one to whom he had rather see Maud Hunniwell married.
It is just this: I have decided not to tell my brother that I have told you of his his trouble, of his having been where he has been, or anything about it. He knows I have not told Captain Hunniwell; I'm sure he will take it for granted that I have told no one. I think it will be so much easier for the poor boy if he can come here to Orham and think that no one knows. And no one does know but you.
I cal'late if Sam Hunniwell knew of that he'd say 'twas characteristic. . . . Hum. . . . Sho! . . . I read once about a feller that found where the great seal of England was hid and he used it to crack nuts with. I guess likely that feller must have been my great, great, great granddad." Major Grover looked surprised. "I've read that story," he said, "but I can't remember where."
The brush was again dipped in the paint pot and the rear elevation of the pine sailor became sky-blue like the other side of him. Then the tall man asked: "Call you what?" "Gab. That's a divil of a name to call anybody. Last time I was in here Cap'n Sam Hunniwell heard you call me that and I cal'lated he'd die laughin'. Seemed to cal'late there was somethin' specially dum funny about it.
Jed thankfully scrambled down to pick it up. Miss Hunniwell, expressing contrition at being indirectly responsible for the mishap, offered to help him. He declined, of course, but in the little argument which followed the dangerous and embarrassing topic was forgotten. It was not until she was about to leave the shop that Maud again mentioned the Armstrong name.
Leander wasn't strong, anyway; besides, wasn't he his father's principal support? He couldn't be spared, that's all there was about it, and he shouldn't be. There was going to be an Exemption Board, wasn't there? All right just wait until he, Phineas, went before that board. He hadn't been in politics all these years for nothin'. Sam Hunniwell hadn't got all the pull there was in the county.
I ought to let that house; Sam Hunniwell told me so this mornin'. But I I don't want to. Nothin' personal to you, you understand; but . . . Eh? Who's that?" A step sounded on the walk outside and voices were heard. Jed turned to the door. "Customers, I cal'late," he said. "Make yourselves right to home, ma'am, you and the little girl. I'll be right back."
"And I'll see 'em I will. Sho!" Miss Hunniwell regarded him mischievously. "Jed," she asked, "would you like to be an aviator?" Jed's answer was solemnly given. "I'm afraid I shouldn't be much good at the job," he drawled. His visitor burst into another laugh. He looked at her over his glasses. "What is it?" he asked. "Oh, nothing; I I was just thinking of you in a uniform, that's all."
"Yes yes, sartin, of course . . . Ruth, I mean." She left him standing by the writing table. After she had gone he sank slowly down into the chair again. Eight o'clock struck and he was still sitting there. . . . And Fate chose that time to send Captain Sam Hunniwell striding up the walk and storming furiously at the back door. "Jed!" roared the captain. "Jed Winslow! Jed!"
Before the lady could reply he spoke. "What?" he cried. "Was she Sam Hunniwell, was it HER you was goin' to send to see about hirin' this house?" "Sure it was. Why not?" Jed pointed toward the door. "Then then who," he demanded, "sent those Powlesses here?" "No one that I know of. And anyhow they don't want to rent any houses.
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