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Updated: July 5, 2025
Since there were not many inhabitants of Littleburg detached from housekeeping, Miss Sapphira Clinton depended for the most part on "transients"; and, to hold such in subjection, preventing them from indulging in that noisy gaiety to which "transients" are naturally inclined just because they are transitory the elderly spinster had developed an abnormal solemnity.
Of course it was not beyond possibility that some one might have stayed at home to invite his soul instead of getting it saved; but that any one in Littleburg should go visiting at half-past eight, and especially that any one should come knocking at the door of this particular house, was almost incredible.
Now, with an impatient hand, she sent her wheel-chair to her daughter's side and proffered her ear-trumpet. "Mother," Mrs. Gregory called through this ebony connector of souls, "this is Fran Derry, the daughter of Mr. Gregory's dear friend, one he used to know in New York, many years before he came to Littleburg. Fran is an orphan, and needs a home. We have asked her to live with us." Mrs.
So she went away with Bob Clinton she'll marry him, and they'll go to Chicago, out of Littleburg history poor Bob! Remember the night he was trying to get religion? I'm afraid he'll conclude that religion isn't what he thought it was, living so close to it from now on." "All this interests me greatly, dear, because it interests you. Still, it doesn't bear upon the main question."
Sometimes they would smile at me, but mother had taught me never to speak to any one, but to wear a glazed look like this " "How frightfully cold!" Abbott shivered. Then he laughed, and so did Fran. They had entered Littleburg. He added wickedly, "And how dreadfully near we are getting to your home." Fran gurgled. "Wouldn't Grace Noir just die if she could see us!"
Grace spoke quietly, but distinctly, as she indicated Fran "You know how hard it is to get a good servant in Littleburg." Then she returned the trumpet. That was all she had to say. Fran looked at Mr. Gregory. He bit his lip, hoping it might go at that. The old lady was greatly at sea. Much as she disliked the secretary, her news was grateful.
I've a friend in town with a sick daughter, and she's a real friend so I must go to help her, a while." He was both mystified and disappointed. "I didn't know you had any such friends in Littleburg," he remonstrated, remembering how unkind tongues had set the village against her. Fran threw back her head, and her gesture was full of pride and confidence.
"Except a welcome," Fran faltered, frightened at the emotion she had betrayed. "Can you show me to a room quick before your wife comes? I don't want to meet her, now, I'm terribly tired. I've come all the way from New York to find you; I reached Littleburg only at dusk and I've been pretty busy ever since!" "Come, then," he said hastily.
She suspects that there's a secret in his past, and she intends to send Bob to Springfield where Mr. Gregory left that secret. Bob will bring it to Littleburg. He'll hand it over to Grace, and then she'll have Mr. Gregory in her power there'll be no getting her hands off him, after that." "Surely you don't mean that Mr. Gregory did wrong when he was young, and that Miss Noir suspects it?"
The past is no more mine than hers our marriage was legal, but it bound me no more than it bound her. She chose her own companions. I have been building up a respectable life, here in Littleburg. You shall not overturn the labor of the last ten years. You can go. My will is unalterable. Go and do what you can!"
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