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And then Miss Mullett came out and I went home." "Who's Miss Mullett, Zephania?" "She's Miss Walton's friend. They live there together in the Walton house every summer. Folks say Miss Mullett's very poor and Miss Walton looks after her." "Young, is she?" "Not so very. She's kind of middle-aged, I guess. She's real pleasant. Miss Walton thinks a lot of her." "And they're here only in the summer?"
"Nonsense," declared Miss Mullett from the kitchen. "I'd just send you for more, Mr. Herrick, and make you help me put them up." "I think I'd like that," answered Wade. "It must be rather good fun messing about with sugar and currants and things." "Messing about!" exclaimed Eve, indignantly. "It's quite evident that you've never done any of it!"
"Who told you?" she gasped, striving to recover the hand he had seized on. "Miss Mullett." "Traitress!" Then she laughed. "That was my secret. But I know yours." "Mine? You mean " "Yes, about the name of your mine. I saw it on an envelope in the parlor the other night. I don't see why you didn't want me to know. I'm sure I think it was very sweet of Edward to name the mine after me."
Miss Mullett, through regrettable circumstances, was overlooked by the seekers after wives and is what you would call a maiden lady. She plays a remarkable hand of cribbage, Mr. Herrick." "This evening will suit me perfectly, Doctor." "Then shall we say about half-past seven? We don't keep very late hours in Eden Village.
But although he failed and was a little disappointed he did not escape observation himself. "There goes Mr. Herrick with Zenas Third," announced Miss Mullett, hurrying cautiously to the sitting-room window. As she had been in the act of readjusting her embroidery hoops when she arose, her efforts to secure all the articles in her lap failed and the hoops went circling off in different directions.
Zephania, starched and ribboned, bore proudly in the best silver tea service, Wade watching the progress of the heavily laden tray across the room with grave anxiety. "I'd like you to know," he announced when it was safely deposited on the little table at Eve's side, "that this is Zephania's spread. She made the cake herself and the bread too." "The dear child!" said Miss Mullett.
Herrick, but their lights are sometimes dim. Shall we say this evening for our call on the ladies? Miss Walton has with her a Miss Mullett, a very dear and estimable girl who resides with her in the role of companion. I say girl, but you mustn't be deceived. When you get to sixty-odd you'll find that any lady under fifty is still a girl to you.
He was still undergoing his novitiate, and to raise his hat to Miss Cousins, when he encountered that austere lady on the street, was as yet the height of social triumph. Wade, however, was experiencing no yearnings for a wider social sphere. Eve and Miss Mullett and the Doctor, Zephania, and the two Zenases were sufficient for him.
Miss Mullett wore a wide-brimmed straw hat to keep the sun from her pink cheeks and a pair of Wade's discarded gloves to save her hands. The gloves were very, very much too large for her, and, when not actually engaged in using her trowel, Miss Mullett stood with arms held out in scarecrow style so as not to contaminate her gown with garden mold, and presented a strange and unusual appearance.
He's over there by the pump, I think." "Who, Lem Mullett? Is that so! He's jest the feller I want to see. See you later, Eri." The Captain grinned appreciatively as the convert to the hand-engine proposal disappeared. "That wasn't so bad," he said. "I'm much obliged. Hey! There's the whistle. Come on, Mr. Hazeltine, if you ain't in a special hurry. Maybe we WILL need you."
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