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"My dear," sighed Mrs. Carringford, "I don't know how long we'll have our home, poor as it is. We owe a lot of money on it. I am afraid I did wrong in trying to buy this place," and she shook her head sadly. Janice did not feel like asking the friendly woman pointblank what she meant; but Amy afterward explained. "You see, Janice, Mr. Abel Strout, of Napsburg, owned this house.
"Why, years ago when we lived in Napsburg, where the twins were born, he made an awful mistake and to our minister, too." "Aw," objected Gummy, "can't you keep anything to yourself?" "Go on," urged Janice. "Now, I say!" again protested the boy. "Listen, Janice!" giggled Amy. "It's awfully funny. The minister met Gummy on the street and asked him what we had decided to call the twins.
As I chance to remember his office is in the same building on Main Street as your own. I remember the number," said Mr. Day smiling. "Three Hundred and Forty-two Main Street." Mr. Schrimpe fidgeted and turned very red in the face. Mr. Day went on quietly: "Is this client of yours in Napsburg?" "She lives in Croydon, Michigan." "In Michigan! How came she to pick out you Mr.
But he was manifestly very ill at ease from the moment he heard Mr. Day's name mentioned. "Will you oblige me with your name, sir?" said daddy in his ever-courteous way. The curly-haired man fumbled for a card and finally handed one to Mr. Day. "'Mr. Jonas Schrimpe," repeated daddy. "Are you practising at the bar here in Greensboro?" "My office is in Napsburg, Mr. Day.
Amy talked, too, about friends in Napsburg, where the Carringfords had lived before moving to Greensboro. Janice was adroit in keeping the conversation on rather general topics, and did not allow the question of Stella's party to come to the fore and never once did she speak of what any of the girls would wear on that occasion.
I understand she is here?" "Yes." "Do you know much about her?" "I know she is a fine woman. They came here from Napsburg after the husband died " "Alexander Carringford, wasn't he?" asked Mr. Payne, taking some papers from his pocket. "I believe so." "They came originally from Cleveland?" "Maybe."
And they almost kill her, they are so heavy to handle." "Oh, my dear! I wouldn't let her do them." "I guess we wouldn't Gummy and I if we could help it," sobbed Amy. "But something must be done by the Carringford family to help out. When Mr. Strout comes over from Napsburg next week he will make us pay off something on that mortgage, or turn us out of the house such as it is."
"Sending for an out-of-town taxi, and all I say, daughter which way did it drive?" "The taxicab?" "Yes." "Toward town, Daddy. Right along Knight Street." "Humph! might have gone right through town and taken the Napsburg pike. Yet, they could have turned off at Joyce Street and got into the Dover pike. Or gone to Clewitt, or Preston.
Schrimpe, for an attorney in this matter? Forgive the question; I am curious." "Why I I was recommended to her." "Ah! By a friend, I suppose." "She she heard of me down here, and wanted to put the case in a lawyer's hands on the spot." "'On the spot," repeated Mr. Day. "Why not in some lawyer's hands in Greensboro, rather than Napsburg?" Mr.
Alice G. Blayne, of Croydon, Michigan, my client, to recover a certain parcel of property situated on Mullen Lane and now occupied by you and your family, Mrs. Carringford," said the man glibly, and thrusting a paper into the woman's hand. "But I bought my home through Mr. Abel Strout, of Napsburg," gasped Mrs. Carringford. She did not recognize Jamison, the farm hand, in the transaction at all.
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