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On the Yonkers basis they became more intimate, more personal, and Dan told her about Ponkwasset Falls and his mother and sisters; he told her about his father, and she said she should like to see his father; she thought he must be like her father.
But I understood in a day or two." "Did he expect to be anywhere but Ponkwasset?" "No, ma'am, I didn't hear him say as he did." "Then it's a mistake; and of course I knew it was a mistake. There's more than one Northwick in the world, I presume." She laughed a little hysterically; she had a newspaper in her hand, and it shook with the nervous tremor that passed over her.
"Ah, Joe!" said his father; he touched his hat to the cook, who snatched his cap off. "What a brick you are, father!" thought Dan. His heart leaped at the notion of getting away from Ponkwasset; he perceived how it had been irking him to stay. "If you think I could manage it with Lafflin " "Oh, I think you could. He's another slippery chap." Dan laughed for pleasure and pain at his father's joke.
He's always down on Mr. Northwick." "Then I suppose he's just gone up to Ponkwasset about the trouble there." "Labor trouble?" "I guess so." The woman called toward an open door at the end of the room, "William!" and a man in his shirt sleeves showed himself. "You heard of any labor trouble to Mr. Northwick's mills?" "No, I don't believe there is any," said the man.
Launched in this direction, Putney recalled himself with an effort from the prospect of an irrelevant excursion in the fields of speculative economy. "But as I understand, the question is not so much whether the Ponkwasset Mills have a moral claim, as whether you have a moral obligation. And there I can't advise. You would have to go to a clergyman.
"Oh, no; he said he wouldn't be back for some days." "It's several hours to Ponkwasset, I believe?" suggested Pinney. "Yes, three or four. There is one train, at half-past-twelve, I think," said Miss Northwick, with a glance at the clock, "that takes you there in three hours." "The early train doesn't connect right through, then?" "No; my father would have to wait over at Springfield.
He has the best taste in certain things he knows more about etchings, I suppose, than any one else in Boston." "Is it possible! And does he live at Ponkwasset Falls? It's in Rhode Island, isn't it?" "New Hampshire. Yes; the whole family live there." "The whole family? Are there many of them? I'd fancied, somehow, that Mr. Mavering was the only Do tell me about them, Etta," said Mrs.
He seemed to float down the stairs; his mind was in a delirious whirl. "I shall go mad," he said to himself in the excess of his joy "I shall die!" The parting scene with Alice persisted in Mavering's thought far on the way to Ponkwasset Falls.
A little silly silence followed, and he said, for escape from it, "I never saw such berries before, even in September, on the top of Ponkwasset." "Why, is it a mountain?" she asked. "I thought it was a falls." "It's both," he said. "I suppose it's very beautiful, isn't it! All America seems so lovely, so large." "It's pretty in the summer.
His disappointment made him really unhappy, but not wholly so; it was a genuine sorrow, but a sorrow to which he began to resign himself even in the monotony of Ponkwasset Falls, and which admitted the thought of Mrs. Frobisher's sister by the time business called him to Boston.
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