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Updated: May 1, 2025
The poor girl's heart sank like lead, and she could have bitten her unruly tongue out for those foolish words. She knew only too well that Morton would have the support of nearly all their friends in Killamet, who could see no reason why he should not follow his father's calling, and begin, like him, at the bottom of the ladder, as "the boy."
"But never mind Polly's capers, dear Miss Prue, we know what a respectable old bird she is, in spite of her lapses. Come into the library, where it's nice and cool, and tell me everything you can think of about dear old Killamet. Oh, how good, how good, it is to see you again, you blessed woman!" throwing an arm about her, and hugging her up rapturously, as they passed into the opposite apartment.
By this time the news had spread, and the neighbors were flocking to the afflicted cottages; for all the drowned men had lived in Killamet, and were well known, while each had left a wife, mother, or some weeping female relative, to mourn his loss. But all agreed that the Olmstead case was hardest, or, if they did not, Mrs.
Hester was a character in Killamet, and must be described. She was a pure-blooded African of Guinea, who, when a wee child, was rescued from a slave-trader by Captain Plunkett, Miss Prue's father.
Here, as in Killamet, she preferred books to people; though she was often charmed to find herself deeply interested in some individual, who upon acquaintance developed qualities she had only dreamed of before. But it was simply as individuals that these interested her; taken en masse the world of men and women seemed cold almost to cruelty.
"I don't know, sir," he answered stoutly, "what you mean: but if you want to know whether Miss Zeba is a nice woman, I can tell you that; she's just as good as gold, sir! and I suppose if folks don't like our ways in Killamet they needn't come here, there's plenty of room outside, I guess." The young man turned and gave him a critical look, which soon grew approving, then held out his hand.
"Of course, but then you can't. Nobody ever sells anything in Killamet except tobacco. I doubt if you could give it away!" Sara smiled and sighed in a breath. "I'd hate to do either, but I fear it will never be our home again, so why cling to it? But really, do you suppose any city family would be satisfied with this?" indicating the large, littered room with a sweeping gesture.
Away out on the bay was a schooner tacking against the wind, while just rounding Rocky Point was a trim little yacht with all sail set, flying straight in for Killamet beach. "How pretty she rides!" he thought, and wondered, boy-like, if when he was a big man he would sail his own craft, the end and aim of every fisher-boy along the Atlantic coast.
"I've an idea, Miss Prue, that Bertha is quite in love with Killamet and its environs; she seems really enthusiastic. But how does it happen that Jasper is at home now?" "Well, the season is nearly over, and I believe his schooner is undergoing repairs he's his own master now, and goes and comes as he likes." "Yes; that must be pleasant!
"It is it is here in print just as I wrote it; and it says, 'Letter from Miss Sara Olmstead, of Killamet, in which the vexed question is definitely settled." Many of us have experienced the tingling rapture of seeing our opinions in print for the first time; but it could be to few what it was to Sara, isolated, and of humble station as she was.
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