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She slammed out of the room, and they heard her banging things about on the floor above. "But where WHERE," repeated Mr. Tidditt, over and over, "did she get that trumpet?" The puzzle was solved soon after, when Bailey Bangs entered the house in a high state of excitement. "Well," he demanded, expectantly. "Did they help her? Has anything happened?"
Now if a real good nice woman a nice LOOKIN' woman, say was to keep house for him it it " "Well?" "Well, I mean that is, don't you s'pose if some such woman as that was to be found for the job he might in time come to like her and and er " "Ase Tidditt, what are you drivin' at?" "Why, I mean he might come to marry her; there! Then he'd be contented to settle down to home and stay put.
"Yes," he answered, "you're a truth-tellin' chap, Bailey, I'll say that for you. You don't exaggerate your statements." "Hard of hearin'!" snapped Mr. Tidditt. "If the last trump ain't a steam whistle she'll miss Judgment Day. I'll stop into Simmons's on my way along and buy you a bottle of throat balsam, Cy; you're goin' to need it."
Beasley stayed on at the Whittaker place and, thanks to Mr. Tidditt, the general opinion of inquisitive Bayport was that the new housekeeper was a grand success. Only Captain Cy and Asaph knew the whole truth, and Mr. Bangs a part. That part, Deborah's deafness, troubled him not a little and he thought much concerning it. As a result of this thinking he wrote a letter to a relative in Boston.
"Not until I beg your pardon." "Beg my pardon? Why?" He absently took the hand and held it. "For the word I sent to you when I went away. 'Twas an awful thing to say, but I meant it for your sake, you know. Honest, I did." She laughed nervously. "Oh! that," she said. "Well, I did think you were rather particular as to your visitors. But Mr. Tidditt explained, and then You needn't beg my pardon.
"You'll be late to dinner, if you don't hurry. I was headin' for home, all sail sot, when I see you. What kept you?" "Town business, of course," replied Mr. Tidditt, with the importance pertaining to his official position. "What kept YOU, for the land sakes? Won't Ketury be in your wool?"
You'll be another what's-his-name Ase Tidditt; that's what you'll be. I can see it coming on. You're ossifying; you're narrowing; you're " I broke in here. I didn't like to be called narrow and I did not like to be paired with Asaph Tidditt, although our venerable town clerk is a good citizen and all right, in his way. But I had flattered myself that way was not mine. "Stop it, Jim!" I ordered.
Captain Cy was surprised. "Sho!" he exclaimed. "You don't say!" "Yes. I think I like teacher next to you. I like Georgianna and Mr. Tidditt and Mr. Bangs, of course, but I like her a little better. Don't you, uncle Cyrus?" The captain changed the subject. He asked her what she should name her doll. The Board of Strategy came in during the forenoon, and the presents had to be shown to them.
The interruption came from behind the partially closed dining-room door. Mr. Tidditt sank back in his chair. Captain Cy sprang from his and threw the door wide open. Behind it crouched Mrs. Deborah Beasley. Her eyes snapped behind her spectacles, her lean form was trembling all over, and in her right hand she held a mammoth trumpet, the smaller end of which was connected with her ear.
Tidditt departed grumbling. After he had gone the captain drew his chair nearer the center table, took from his pocket a sheet of notepaper, and proceeded to read what was written on its pages. It was a letter which he had received nearly a month before and had not yet answered. During the past week he had read it many times. The writing was cramped and blotted and the paper cheap and dingy.
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