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Miss Parker at length broke the dismal silence. "Caleb," she said, "what time had we ought to get to Bayport?" "About four o'clock, I should think. We'll drive 'round till about seven o'clock, and then we'll go and get married. I used to know the Methodist minister there, and " "METHODIST minister! You ain't goin' to a Methodist minister to be married?" "I sartin shouldn't go to no one else.
Bailey Bangs, Proprietor," but no one except the stranger in Bayport accepts that sign seriously. When, owing to an unexpected change in the administration at Washington, Mr. Bangs was obliged to relinquish his position as our village postmaster, his wife came to the rescue with the proposal that they open a boarding house.
Asaph looked somewhat crestfallen, but he surrendered gracefully to superior wisdom. "That's so," he said. "That's so, ain't it, Cy? I hadn't thought of that." "What's so?" asked the captain. "Why why, that Wellmouth ain't Bayport." "No doubt of it. They're twenty miles apart." "Yes. Well, I'm glad to hear you put it so conclusive, Mr. Atkins. I can see now that Phoebe wouldn't do. Hum! Yes." Mr.
They took boarders for five consecutive summers; then they gave up the unprofitable undertaking, returned to Concord, New Hampshire, their native city, and left the Cy Whittaker place to bear the ravages of Bayport winters and Bayport small boys as best it might. For years it stood empty.
"Miss Phoebe," she said, "he told me to tell you somethin', and it's so dreadful I don't hardly dast to say it. I think his troubles have driven him crazy. He said to tell you that you'd better not come to this house any more." In the old days, the great days of sailing ships and land merchant fleets, Bayport was a community of travelers.
They don't bother me much. I've got more important things on my mind just now." Congressman Atkins's pledge in his farewell speech, concerning the mighty effort he was to make toward securing the appropriation for Bayport harbor, was in process of fulfillment so he had written to the local paper. But, alas! the mighty effort was likely to prove unavailing.
He was a favorite with the ladies, most of them, and, according to common report, there was a rich widow in Bayport who would marry him at a minute's notice if he gave the notice. So far, apparently, he had not given it. He was a "smart" lawyer, everyone said that, and it is probable that he himself would have been the last to deny the accusation.
"Hosy," she demanded, "where " I interrupted. "Hephzy," said I, "I have been to the station to send a telegram." "A telegram? A TELEGRAM! For mercy sakes, who's dead?" Telegrams in Bayport usually mean death or desperate illness. I laughed. "No one is dead, Hephzy," I replied. "In fact it is barely possible that someone is coming to life. I telegraphed Mr.
Travel, take a long trip, start for one place and, if you change your mind before you get there, go somewhere else. It doesn't make much difference where, so that you go, and see different things. I'm talking now, Kent Knowles, and it isn't altogether because it pays us to publish your books, either. You drop Bayport and drop writing. Go out and pick up and go.
Bangs, "am I goin' looney, or is that is that " Neither finished his sentence. There are times when language seems so pitifully inadequate. Here in Bayport, nowadays, the collecting of "antiques" is a favorite amusement of our summer visitors.
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