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Updated: September 13, 2025
Watterson was triumphantly quoting from the newspaper article: "Tall, slender, brown eyes and hair, one upper front tooth shorter than the remainder of the row " Sahwah, while actually resembling Margery no more than red-haired Hinpoha did, yet fitted the description perfectly! An idea had come into Sahwah's mind.
"Taking me back to him?" She was completely at sea. Mrs. Watterson did not answer. She looked away, over the green fields they were passing. She was having visions of the reward. Sahwah clutched her arm. "I don't believe it," she said. "I don't know you. Stop the car and let me out." Mr. Watterson drove a little faster.
Watterson had read every word of the article with great interest. She did not know the Andersons and she was not particularly interested in them and their troubles, but she had nothing else to do at the moment, her husband having gone out and left her alone in the hotel, so she read and reread the details of the affair until she knew them by heart.
He waggled his hand offensively at the captain, and disappeared, loosely floundering down the cabin stairs, holding hard by the hand-rail, and fumbling round with his foot for the steps before he put it down. "As soon as he's in his room, Mr. Watterson, you lock him in."
"If you adopt this platform of my friend Watterson," he said, "God may help you, but I can't."
As for Tilden, his wealth was such that he could have purchased votes if he had desired to do so, and the fact that all the votes went to his rival indicates that he did not yield to the temptation. Moreover, one of his closest associates, Henry Watterson, the journalist, tells of one occasion when the presidency was offered to Tilden and refused by him.
"I want to say in the beginning that no party can save any man or any set of men from the daily toil by which all of us live and move and have our being." Then I worked in my old lecture. It went like hot cakes. When next I met William McKinley he said jocosely: "You are a mean man, Henry Watterson!" "How so?" I asked.
Watterson, as well as his wife, had doubtless been picturing to himself the dramatic moment in Mr. Anderson's office, when his niece should be turned over to him. He began to look important and self- conscious as they entered the city.
"Captain Jenness," he merely said, "understands making people at home." "Oh, yes, indeed," assented Lydia. "And Mr. Watterson is very agreeable, and Mr. Mason. I didn't suppose sailors were so. What soft, mild voices they have!" "That's the speech of most of the Down East coast people." "Is it? I like it better than our voices. Our voices are so sharp and high, at home."
Watterson were as surprised as she was. They had not expected her to come to life in just that manner. Of course, Sahwah wanted to know where she was and whither she was going. "You are going to your friends, my dear," replied Mrs. Watterson. "Do you know where they are?" asked Sahwah, wondering how they had come upon the whereabouts of the Glow-worm. Mrs. Watterson merely smiled ambiguously.
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