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But if Cotherstone had only known it, he need have suffered no anxiety about Lettie. It had fallen to Bent to tell her the sad news the afternoon before, and Bent had begged Brereton to go up to the house with him. Bent was upset; Brereton disliked the task, though he willingly shared in it. They need have had no anxiety, either.
He dared not take aboard his passengers again, but turned around and went down stream as fast as he could go so as to beach the boat in a safe place. "Now how'll we get back to Scoville?" cried one of Lettie's friends. "I can never walk that far." Sister had dropped back, shyly, behind Hiram, when he descended the tree. She had aided each girl ashore; but only Lettie had thanked her.
"Phil, why do you hate me?" she asked at the gate. "I don't hate you, Lettie. You use an ugly word when you say 'hate," I replied. "There's one person I do hate," she said bitterly. "Has he given you cause?" "It's not a man; it's a woman. It's Marjie Whately," she burst out. "I hate her." "Well, Lettie, I'm sorry, for I don't believe Marjie deserves your hate." "Of course, you'd say so.
"The current's mighty sharp." "I want to land here," said Lettie, decidedly. "It's the prettiest spot we've seen isn't it, girls?" Her friends agreed. Hiram, casting a quick eye over the ruffled surface of the river, saw that the man was right.
No, sir, as true as I'm telling you, if Aunt Lettie didn't happen along just then, and, when she heard what the matter was, she just took out her purse and said: "I'll pay for the window which Jimmie broke. I am rich, and I'll never miss the money. Boys and girls must have some fun." "Fine!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "I'm the umpire and I say that's just fine." Now, wasn't that kind of Aunt Lettie?
"Don't be a goose, Myra Carroll!" exclaimed Lettie. "If you waited here for the tide to rise you'd be gray-haired and decrepit. The tide doesn't rise here. But maybe a spring flood would wash you away." At that the frightened one sobbed harder than ever. She was one of those who ever see the dark side of adventure. There was no hope on her horizon.
"What for?" and he still peered over among the tombstones, as if expecting to find Miss Lettie there. "It is not there that she would go, I think; come quickly with me," I said. We walked to the church-entrance, hastily. He searched for the key. He hadn't it. I put my hand out, and touched it in the door. "See here! I'm right!" and as I spoke, I drew a match across the stone step.
Then they all ran and jumped out of the second-story window, but it didn't hurt them, for they could fly a little bit, you know, and they came down like balloons. That is all but Aunt Lettie, and she was used to jumping, so she came down like a lot of dishes falling off the table. Well, you should have seen that house burn! Oh, it was a dreadful sight.
"I tell you, Amos," Lettie heard Tell saying, "you've got to get rid of this Conlow girl, or you're done for. Phil's lost that Melrose case entirely; and he's out where a certain Kiowa brave we know is creepin' on his trail night and day. He'll never come back. If his disappearance is ever checked up to Jean, I'll clear the Injun. You can't do a thing to the Baronets.
It was because he was true and kind, because he was a friend to every man, woman, and child there, that Springvale loves his memory to-day. "Second, I wish to Heaven I could make things right, but I can't. I wish you could, but some of 'em you won't and, Lettie, some of 'em you can't now. "Third, you've heard what I said about you. Why, child, I've said the worst to you.
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