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"It's something I'm thinking of most of the time," says he; "but I hope it's softer than Boiler Plates. B.P. stands for Miss Isabella Purtett." "Oh!" says Belle, and she skated on in silence. "You came down with Alonzo Ringdove?" Bill asked, suddenly, aware of another pang after a moment of peace. "He came with me and his sisters," she replied.
Belle Purtett, skating simply and well, had never looked so pretty and graceful. So thought Bill Tarbox. He had not spoken to her, nor she to him, for more than six months. The poor fellow was ashamed of himself and penitent for his past bad courses.
He had to-day made a speech which Perry Purtett gave everybody to understand "none of Senator Bill Seward's could hold the tallow to." Getting up the meeting and presenting Wade with the skates was Bill's own scheme, and it had turned out an eminent success. Everything began to look bright to him. His past life drifted out of his mind like the rowdy tales he used to read in the Sunday newspapers.
I am going to take my Guards up to call on the Governor." Perry dashed off, followed by a score of Dunderbunk boys, organized by him as the Purtett Guards, and taught to salute him as Generalissimo with military honors. So many hundreds of turkeys, done to a turn, now began to have an effect upon the atmosphere. Few odors are more subtile and pervading than this, and few more appetizing.
Wade understands pretty well, now, how we feel; and if he don't, here it all is in shape, in this document, with 'Whereas' at the top and 'Resolved' entered along down in five places. Mr. Purtett, will you hand the Resolutions to the Superintendent?" Perry advanced and did his office loftily, much to the amusement of Wade and the workmen.
The widow now perceived, with mild regret, how much she had missed when she married "a man all shaven and shorn." Her cheek, still fair, though forty, flushed with novel delight, and she appreciated her lodger more than ever. Wade's salutation to Belle Purtett was more distant.
Bill had not bad a classical education, and knew nothing of Galatea in the Eclogue, how she did not hide, until she saw her swain was looking fondly after. "She wants to get away," he thought "But she sha'n't, no, not if I have to follow her to Albany." He struck out mightily. Presently the swift Camilla let herself be overtaken. "Good morning, Miss Purtett." "Good morning, Mr. Tarbox."
The hint was a broad one. Wade read, "Ringdove, Successor to late P. Purtett." "It's worth a try to get in here out of the pagan barbarism around. I'll propose as a lodger to the widow." So said Wade, and rang the bell under the roses. A pretty, slim, delicate, fair-haired maiden answered. "This explains the roses and the melodeon," thought Wade, and asked, "Can I see your mother?" Mamma came.
Perry Purtett instantly led a stampede of half Dunderbunk along the railroad-track to learn who it was and all about it. All about it was, that Miss Damer was safe and not dangerously frozen, and that Wade and Tarbox had carried her up the hill to her mother at Peter Skerrett's. Missing the heroes in chief, Dunderbunk made a hero of Cap'n Ambuster's skiff.
So they gave their three times three with enormous enthusiasm. The roof shook, the furnaces rattled, Perry Purtett banged with the Chairman's hammer, the great echoes thundered through the Foundry.
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