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Updated: August 31, 2025
It is time to tell the reader of the what and why. Mrs. Linceford, the elder married daughter of the Hadden family, many years the elder of her sisters, Jeannie and Elinor, was about to take them, under her care, to the mountains for the summer, and she kindly proposed joining Leslie Goldthwaite to her charge.
She held her coup in reserve, however, knowing her resource, and sat, as it were, with her finger on the spring, determined to carry through coolly what she had begun. Dakie Thayne had gone away with the Linceford party when they crossed to the Green Cottage. Afterward, he came out again and stood in the open road.
There's some dreadful mistake! What can have become of ours?" "Can't say, ma'am, I'm sure. Don't often happen. But them was your checks." Mrs. Linceford leaned back for an instant in a breathless despair. "I must get out and see." "If you please, ma'am. But 't ain't no use. The things is all cleared off." Then, stooping to examine the trunk, and turning over the bag, "Queer, too.
Thayne," and he pocketed a big one like a dispatch. "Captain Jotham Green. Where is he? Here, Captain Green; you and I have got the biggest, if Mrs. Linceford does get the most. I believe she tells her friends to write in hits, and put one letter into three or four envelopes. When I was a very little boy, I used to get a dollar changed into a hundred coppers, and feel ever so much richer."
"Who is your young friend?" inquired Mrs. Linceford, with a shade of doubt in her whisper, as they came out on the balcony. "Master" Leslie began to introduce, but stopped. The name, which she had not been quite certain of, escaped her. "My name is Dakie Thayne," said the boy, with a bow to the matron. "Now, Mrs. Linceford, if you'll just sit here," said Mr. Wharne, placing a chair.
The mail was in early, and Captain Green came up from the post-office as the Minster party was alighting from the wagons. He gave Dakie Thayne the bag. It was Dakie's delight to distribute, calling out the fortunate names as the expectant group pressed around him, like people waiting the issue of a lottery venture. "Mrs. Linceford, Miss Goldthwaite, Mrs. Linceford, Mrs. Linceford! Master hm!
Do they do it all at once?" asked Etty Thoresby, slipping into the rocking-chair, as Mrs. Linceford, by whom she had come and placed herself within the last minute, rose and went in to follow her laundress, just then going up the stairs with her basket. "Pretty much; it seems so.
They said "lovely!" and "splendid!" of course, their little word of applause for the scenic grandeur of mountain and heaven, and then the half of them turned their backs upon it, and commenced talking together about whether waterfalls were really to be given up or not, and of how people were going to look in high-crowned bonnets. Mrs. Linceford told the "hummux" story to Marmaduke Wharne.
The pivot of the little solar system was changed; but the chief planets made but slight account of that; they just felt that it had grown very warm and bright. "Oh, Chicken Little!" Mrs. Linceford cried to Leslie Goldthwaite, giving her a small shake with her good-night kiss at her door. "How did you know the sky was going to fall? And how have you led us all this chase to cheat Fox Lox at last?"
Linceford came over and put the window down. It was absolutely necessary to laugh now, however much of further entertainment might be cut off. Hannah jumped up, electrified, as the sash went down behind her. "John! John! There's folks in there!" "S'pose likely," said John, with quiet relish of amends. "What's good for me 'ill do for them!"
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