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They began to say "that boy with the funny name is considerable of a boy," and things like that. Mr. Day gave him a little money, although Gummy did not want to take that. "You treat your little brothers and sisters with it, Janice's father said laughing. "They didn't have the fun of seeing you put out the fire." "We-ell," said the thoughtful boy, "I'll see what Momsy says about it first."
"Congratulations and then some!" he cried, shaking hands with Janice. "Whatever are you talking about?" she asked, puzzled. "Marty has been telling everybody the great and good news!" he said, staring at her. "Why! what makes you so solemn? Do you mean to say that you can't decide what kind of an auto to buy, and that is what has soured our Janice's usually sweet disposition?"
He could scarcely make a mistake in hailing the car, for Janice's automobile was almost the only one that ran on this road. By summer time, however, the boarding house people and Lem Parraday hoped that automobiles in Polktown would be, in the words of Walky Dexter, "as thick as fleas on a yaller hound." Janice saw Frank Bowman coming, if she did not hear him call, and slowed down.
"It puzzles me, too," Nora agreed, "I keep thinking that maybe I'll wake up directly and find I've been dreaming." "And we thought Land's End was going to be the end of everything! The old place holds a mystery, and I can't but wonder what it is." The undercurrent of excitement was thrilling to the Merediths, as their thoughts turned to Aunt Janice's parting injunction about the tower room.
A wave of pity swept over Janice's mind and heart. Suppose Lottie should again completely lose the boon of sight. What would become of her as she grew into girlhood and womanhood? "Poor little dear! I almost fear for Hopewell to come home and tell us what the doctors say," sighed Janice. Then, even more tender memories associated with the old wharf filled Janice Day's thought.
It seemed as though the State Department could, or would, do nothing. Mr. Day, like other citizens of the United States, had been warned of the danger he was in while he remained in a country torn by civil strife. The consequences were upon his own head. The folks who knew about Janice's trouble tried to be good to her.
Day was correct in his surmise about the difficulties of "Janice's job," as he called it. The girl was earnestly talking to everybody whom she knew, especially to the influential men of Polktown, regarding the disgraceful things that had happened in the lakeside hamlet since the bar had been opened at the Inn.
"Nay, he was sometimes in funds by his winnings, but he long since scattered his patrimony." Janice's letter to Tabitha had long before, by its length, become in truth a journal, and to its pages were confided an account of the farewell fete to the British general:
The letters had been written at a time when Janice's father and mother were very close together in spirit, if not in actual contact. Even Janice could understand that Laura Day must have revealed her very soul to her husband in those epistles. Oh, if she could only bring them back! So sorrow began to be entertained in the Day house on Knight Street, as a continual guest.
He was wiser than his wife. "You don't want any ill-feelings among your mates," he told Stella. Janice Day, therefore, whether "shrewd" or "sly," had helped Stella in the matter of fulfilling Mr. Latham's command. Amy, as sweet as a rose, appeared in the pretty pink and white dress that had been made by the dear fingers of Janice's mother.
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