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"Oh, Uncle Shad," she said, "you shouldn't have done that. It was dear and sweet of you to think of it, but you shouldn't have done it. It didn't need any sacrifice to prove that you were glad to see me." Shadrach winked over his shoulder. "Don't let that sacrifice worry you any," he observed. "The sacrifice is mainly in Zoeth's eye.
"And I have told Isaiah about your rubbers and oilskins when it rains," she added, in Shadrach's ear, "and he is not to forget Uncle Zoeth's medicine. Good-by. Good-by. Don't be lonesome. Promise that you won't." But to promise is easy and to keep that promise is often hard, as Shadrach observed when he and Zoeth were alone in the sitting-room that evening.
"I'm going to make another call on Abner. And," with his hand on the latch, "if you hear somebody bein' murdered over in that direction you needn't call the constable, neither." "But but, hold on, Cap'n Shad! You ain't finished your own supper yet and Zoeth's waiting up to the store for you to come back so's he can come down and get his." The reply was emphatic and, in its way, conclusive.
Everyone likes Uncle Zoeth and Uncle Shadrach and wishes them well they couldn't help that, you know." She made this assertion with such evident pride and with such absolute confidence that Mr. Green, although inclined to smile, felt it might be poor judgment to do so. So he agreed that there was no doubt of Shadrach's and Zoeth's universal popularity.
In front of them, and between the Captain's feet and Zoeth's, the battered satchel containing the child's everyday dress and visiting essentials was squeezed. Mary-'Gusta's feet stuck straight out and rested on the top of the satchel. David, in a basket with the lid tied fast, was planted between the last mentioned feet. David did not appear to share his or her owner's love of travel.
The Captain had never asked, never attempted by questioning to learn what the cause of the trouble provided there was any might be. He had been told often enough that the patient must not be excited, so he meant to take no risks, but Zoeth's long silences and the expression on his face as he sat there in the chair, evidently thinking deeply, puzzled and worried his friend and partner.
Isaiah, being questioned, told of Zoeth's coming in for dinner and of his Isaiah's handing him the morning's mail. "I fetched it myself down from the post-office," said Isaiah. "There was a couple of Hamilton and Company letters and the Wellmouth Register and one of them circulum advertisements about So-and-So's horse liniment, and, and yes, seems to me there was a letter for Zoeth himself.
But she had never said she did not care for him. And now she would say nothing except that it was "done with forever." The Captain shook his head and longed for Zoeth's counsel and advice. But Zoeth would not be able to counsel or advise for months. And now Mary seemed bent upon proving the truth of her statement that she was henceforth to be solely a business woman.
Your uncles wouldn't like it a mite if they knew you was pryin' into their affairs. You mustn't ever say a word about your Uncle Zoeth's gettin' married." "Wouldn't he like me any more if I did?" "No, you bet he wouldn't; he'd I don't know's he wouldn't come to hate you. And you mustn't say it to Cap'n Shad neither."
For both the worry of Zoeth's illness and the care of the store were sufficient to drive trifles from their minds. And for Mary there was another trouble, one which she must keep to herself. Three weeks had elapsed since Crawford's letter, that telling of his two fateful interviews with his father, and still no word had come from him. Mary could not understand his silence.
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