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"Oh! now it is stolen, is it?" repeated Pitkin. "Really, Uncle Oliver, this is getting interesting." "I believe I am the proper person to question Philip," said Mr. Carter coldly. "It was my money, I take it." "Yes, it was yours. As I made the payment, I cannot, of course, be responsible for its not reaching you.
These sat down to the table in democratic equality, Biah Carter and Abner with all the sons of the family, old and young, each eager, hungry and noisy; and over all, with moonlight calmness and steadiness, Mary Pitkin ruled and presided, dispensing to each his portion in due season, while Diana, restless and mischievous as a sprite, seemed to be possessed with an elfin spirit of drollery, venting itself in sundry little tricks and antics which drew ready laughs from the boys and reproving glances from the deacon.
Macon and Eppes were representatives of the old Jeffersonian Republicans, while the Federalists were strong in the possession of such leaders as Pickering of Massachusetts, Pitkin of Connecticut, Grosvenor and Benson of New York, Hanson of Maryland, and William Gaston of North Carolina. It was a House in which any one might have been glad to win distinction. That Mr.
Sarvant, ma'am," to Diana "how ye all gettin' on?" "Nicely, Biah well as can be," said Mrs. Pitkin. "Wal, you see I was up to the store with some o' Squire Jones's bell flowers. Sim Coan he said he wanted some to sell, and so I took up a couple o' barrels, and I see the darndest big letter there for the Deacon.
If you think better of mine, just let me know within a week, or I may be gone from Hampton." "That's a cur'us boy," said the deacon meditatively. "He's got the most conceited idea of his vally to work of any boy I ever came across. A hundred and fifty dollars and board! What'll Mrs. Pitkin say when I tell her? She ain't much sot on the boy's comin' anyway.
She looks pale, kind o' slips round still like moonshine, but where anything's to be done, there Mis' Pitkin is; and her hand allers goes to the right spot, and things is done afore ye know it. That are woman's kind o' still; she'll slip off and be gone to heaven some day afore folks know it. There comes the deacon and Jim over the hill.
"I've been thinking," said he, "that my racing colours are too plain yellow jacket, white sleeves, white cap. There's so many yellows and whites that people get 'em mixed up. How would it do if I put a design on the back of the jacket something that would tell people at a glance that the horse was from the Pitkin stable?" Old Man Curry closed his book.
It would fetch you some interest every year-enough to clothe you, likely. I'll tell you what I'll do, Ben. I'll give you your board the first year, and your interest will buy your clothes. The second year I'll give you twenty dollars and board, and maybe twenty more the third year." Ben shook his head. "I guess we can't make a bargain, Deacon Pitkin," he said.
"As you see, I am packing my trunk." "Do you intend to leave us?" faltered Mrs. Pitkin. "I think it will be well for me to make a change," said Mr. Carter. "This is, indeed, a sad surprise," said Mrs Pitkin mournfully. "When did you return from Florida?" "I have never been there. I changed my mind when I reached Charleston." "How long have you been in the city?" "About a week."
In the great roomy, clean kitchen of the deacon's house might be seen the lithe, comely form of Diana Pitkin presiding over the roaring great oven which was to engulf the armies of pies and cakes which were in due course of preparation on the ample tables. Of course you want to know who Diana Pitkin was.
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