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At the Daniels's door Keziah turned her new charge over to Matilda Snow, the hired girl. It was an indication of the family's social position that they kept "hired help." This was unusual in Trumet in those days, even among the well to do. "Good night," said the young man, extending his hand. "Good night, Miss or is it Mrs. Coffin?" "Mrs. Good night." "She's a widow," explained Matilda.
To an undiscerning eye the latter would have looked much as she always did plump and matronly, with brown hair drawn back from the forehead and parted in the middle; keen brown eyes with a humorous twinkle in them this was the Keziah Coffin the later generation of Trumet knew so well.
The fields and swamps and salt meadows, rich in their spring glory of bud and new leaf, were tinged with the ruddy glow. The Trumet roofs were bathed in it, the old packet, asleep at her moorings by the breakwater, was silhouetted against the radiance. The church bell had ceased to ring and there was not a sound, except the low music of the distant surf. "Look at it, Keziah," urged Captain Nat.
So I started on the morning train. Then the stage broke down and I began to think I was stranded at Bayport. But this kind-hearted chap from Wellmouth I believe that's where he lived happened to pull up to watch us wrestling with the smashed wheel, and when he found I was in a hurry to get to Trumet, offered to give me a lift. His name was was Bird.
The parish committee expects that yes." "I'll try," said Mrs. Coffin shortly. "Yes. Well, that's all. You can go. We must be going, too, Mr. Ellery. Please consider our house at your disposal any time. Be neighborly hum ha! be neighborly." "Yes," purred Annabel. "DO come and see us often. Congenial society is very scarce in Trumet, for me especially. We can read together.
Prob'ly 'twill fair off to-morrow, but if it shouldn't, we might have to lay out here all day. Anyhow, we'd have to wait for a full tide. "'I'm afraid we're off the course, says 'Bije, else we'd been acrost the bar by this time. "'Well, Nat tells him, 'if we are off the course and too far inshore, we would have made the bar the Bayport bar if not the Trumet one.
Fenholtz at the table, and her quiet conversation on every-day subjects he could understand. Before the dinner was over he was thoroughly at ease, and when later on, in company with the Honorable Oscar and the male guests, he sat smoking in the library, he found himself spinning yarns and joking as freely as if he had been in the back room of the Metropolitan Store in Trumet.
Keziah made out a short list for him to follow, a "sort of chart of the main channel," she called it, "with the safe ports marked and the shoals and risky places labeled dangerous." "You see," she said, "Trumet ain't a course you can navigate with your eyes shut. We divide ourselves into about four sets aristocrats, poor relations, town folks, and scum.
The chauffeur discovered that he had scarcely oil and gasoline sufficient for his hundred-mile trip and decided to drive to Trumet to obtain more. Cabot, who felt the need of exercise after his hearty meal, took a walk along the bluff edge as far as the point from which he could inspect the property owned by the Development Company. He was gone almost an hour.
That might explain why she let me " "Hey?" "Nothin'. Good night, Noah. I'm much obliged to you for takin' me over, even if there wa'n't no reception." Trumet spent that evening wondering what had become of Nat Hammond. Captain Zeb Mayo wondered most of all. Yet his wonderment was accompanied by vague suspicions of the truth.
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