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"Oh, they'll turn into cats quickly enough," remarked Aunt Lettie. "There was a family who once lived next to us, and they had kittens. Why it wasn't any time at all before those kittens had turned into cats, and land goodness, how they did howl nights and keep me awake! And I had lumbago that summer, too!
Ere we reached home, a violent, sudden thunder-storm came down, with wind and rain, and terrible strokes of lightning. We took shelter in another house than home. Lettie and my preserver followed." Another long pause came, a gathering together of the forces of his nature, typical of the still hotness of the August night of which he spoke, and after the ominous rest he emitted ponderous words.
It was blotted out for a time, then it glowed again, as if there were many passing and re-passing. I wondered what it could all mean in such an hour, on such a night as this. Then I thought of old Conlow's children, of "Possum" in his weak, good-natured homeliness, and of Lettie. How I disliked her, and wished she would keep out of my way, which she never would do.
Very sorry, Miss Lettie; Phil will see you safely home." I was in for the obligation. The Conlows lived four blocks beyond the shop down toward the creek. The way was shadowy, and Lettie clung to my arm. I was tired from my stage ride of a day and a half, and I had not slept well for two nights. I distrusted Lettie, for I knew her disposition as I knew her father's before her.
"Lettie, Lettie," I cried, "go home." "I won't unless you will come with me," she answered coaxingly. "I have taken you home once to-night," I said. "Now you may go alone or stay here as you choose," and I left her. "You'll live to see the day you'll wish you hadn't said that," I heard her mutter threateningly behind me. A gray mist had crept over the low-hanging moon.
She wrung her hands in bitterness of soul. Judson had not counted on having to reckon with Lettie, any more than with Marjie. That night at prayer meeting, a few more prominent people were quietly let into the secret of the coming event, and the assurance with which the matter was put left little room for doubt.
"We are very glad to see you," said Alice and Lulu, as they stood at the front door to receive their friends. Aunt Lettie, the nice old lady goat, was also there, and as the guests came up, she called out: "Now, girls, walk right in the bedroom and put your things on the bed. You boys take your things in Jimmie's room." Oh, it was a real party, let me tell you.
And, honestly, the kittie was right under Lulu's vase of pussy willows, just as sure as that two and two make four. "I told you so!" cried Aunt Lettie. "Now, maybe you'll believe me next time. The pussy willows turned into a kitten." "Oh, but this kitten can't be from those willows," said Papa Wibblewobble. "This is a real pussy. It must have come in from out of doors.
He was watching Cotherstone closely, and fancying that he saw a strained and eager look in his face, he decided that Cotherstone was keeping something back, and had not told them the full truth about his health. "It's all a matter of arrangement. I could arrange to go away during the winter, Lettie." "But I don't want to travel in winter," objected Lettie.
"Not with Tell Mapleson as postmaster." He assented, and I went on. "I had come to the top again and was looking at the beauty of the night, when somebody caught me by the throat. It was Jean Pahusca." Briefly then I related what had taken place. "And after that?" queried my questioner. "I ran into Lettie Conlow. She may have been there all the time.
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