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There were some necessary concessions to convention to which his attention was called by Captain Hunniwell, who took it upon himself to act as a sort of social mentor. "Do you always wash outdoors there?" asked the captain, after watching one set of ablutions. "Why er yes, I 'most generally do in good weather. It's sort of er well, sort of cool and roomy, as you might say." "Roomy, eh?
"If I thought he'd go wherever that sign was I ain't sure but I'd tack it on the cover of the well out in the yard yonder." His fair visitor laughed again. "Why, Jed," she exclaimed. "You wouldn't want to drown him, would you?" Jed seemed to reflect. "No-o," he answered, slowly, "don't know's I would not in my well, anyhow." Miss Hunniwell declared that that was all nonsense.
"And the money he gave you was not the money you lost? You're sure of that?" "Course I'm sure of it. In the first place I lost a packet of clean tens and twenties; this stuff I've got in my pocket now is all sorts, ones and twos and fives and everything. And in the second place " "Pardon me, just a minute, Captain Hunniwell. Where did he get the four hundred to give you, do you think?
Captain Sam Hunniwell came strolling around the corner of the shop. Jed greeted him warmly and urged him to sit down. The captain declined. "Can't stop," he declared. "There's a letter for Maud from Charlie in to-night's mail and I want to take it home to her. Letters like that can't be held up on the way, you know." Charlie Phillips, too, was in France with his regiment.
I never saw such color in a cat. Course she meant ON a cat but we understood what she meant. 'Are they a very rare breed? she asked. Nate said they was and " Miss Hunniwell interrupted. "But they weren't, were they?" she cried. "I never knew they were anything more than plain tabby." Jed shook his head. "Nate said they was," he went on solemnly. "He said they were awful rare.
Do you know," he added, in a burst of confidence, "I don't suppose that, leavin' Sam Hunniwell out, another soul has asked me to eat at their house for ten year. Course I'm far from blamin' 'em for that, you understand, but " "Wait. Mr. Winslow, you had tenants in this house before?" "Yes'm. Davidson, their names was." "And did THEY never invite you here?"
At first his replies were brief and monosyllabic, but gradually they became more lengthy, until, without being aware of it, he was carrying on his share of a real conversation. Of course, he hesitated and paused and drawled, but he always did that, even when talking with Captain Sam Hunniwell. He took down and exhibited his wares one by one.
Captain Sam Hunniwell, a lifelong and ardent Republican, with a temper as peppery as the chile con carne upon which, when commander of a steam freighter trading with Mexico, he had feasted so often Captain Sam would have hoisted the Stars and Stripes to the masthead the day the Lusitania sank and put to sea in a dory, if need be, and armed only with a shotgun, to avenge that outrage.
When I first came I saw, of course, that I was skating on thin ice, and it was likely to break under me at any time. I knew perfectly well that some day the Middleford business was bound to come out and that my accepting the bank offer without telling Captain Hunniwell or any one was a mighty risky, not to say mean, business.
Jed, once more absorbed in gloomy musings not quite as gloomy, perhaps; somehow the clouds had not descended quite so heavily upon his soul since Babbie's visit looked up to see there standing behind him Maud Hunniwell and Charlie Phillips. He sprang to his feet. "Eh?" he cried, delightedly. "Well, well, so you're back, Charlie, safe and sound. Well, well!"
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