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They wanted to know how business was and we told 'em. After a spell somebody mentioned the Todds and I spun my yarn about the balky mare and the Greased Lightning. It tickled 'em most to death, especially Obed. "Ho, ho!" says he. "That's funny, ain't it. Them power boats are great things, ain't they. I had an experience in one or, rather, in two a spell ago when I was living over to West Bayport.
The telegram was from his lawyer, Mr. Peabody. It was dated a week before, and read as follows: "Come home at once. Important." The blizzard began that night. Bayport has a generous allowance of storms and gales during a winter, although, as a usual thing, there is more rain than snow and more wind than either.
Bailey's a good-hearted chap." "Humph! his heart may be good, but his head's goin' to seed. I'll keep quiet if 'twill please you, though." "Yes. And, see here, Ase! I don't care to be the laughin' stock of Bayport. If any of the folks ask you how I like my new housekeeper, you tell 'em there's nothin' like her anywhere. That's no lie." So Mrs.
This seemed impossible, because no one in Denboro or Bayport no one I could think of, at least owned or rode a saddle horse. Yet the hoof beats grew louder and there was no squeak, or jolt, or rattle to bear them company. They came to a point in the woods directly opposite where I sat in the shade of the bushes and there they stopped.
As for pickin' of him up and totin' him back to the shanty that night, that wa'n't nothin' but common humanity. She couldn't let him die in the middle of the lighthouse lane, could she?" Thursday was a perfect day, and the reception committee was on hand and waiting in front of the Bayport post office.
Their visitor bade Barbara and her mother good afternoon, gathered up his cranks and turned to the door. "I'll step over and start the car," he said. "Then I'll come back and return these things." Jed shook his head. "I wouldn't," he said. "You may stop again before you get back to Bayport. Rogers is in no hurry for 'em, he said so. You take 'em along and fetch 'em in next time you're over.
"Usually, I don't pay much attention to 'em. But when I dream of poor 'Little Frank, away off there, I " "Come into the sitting-room, Jim," I put in hastily. "I have a cigar or two there. I don't buy them in Bayport, either." "And who," asked Jim, as we sat smoking by the fire, "is Little Frank?" "He is a mythical relative of ours," I explained, shortly.
"You're awful good to ask me and I know you think you mean it, but I don't believe I ought to do it, even if I felt as if I could leave the house and everything alone. You see, I've lived here in Bayport so long that I'm old-fashioned and funny and countrified, I guess. You'd be ashamed of me." I smiled.
He had spent many comfortable winters in that room. But now there was a frown on his face as he read the letter in his hand. It was from Simpson, and stated, among other things, that Cyrus Whittaker had been absent from Bayport for over two weeks, and that no one seemed to know where he had gone.
Tidditt did not pause to answer, but plunged headlong down the hill at a race-horse gait, Bailey pounding at his heels. For "born dare-devils," self-confessed, they were a nervous and apprehensive pair. The "perfect boarding house" is situated a quarter of a mile beyond "Whittaker's Hill," nearly opposite the Salters homestead. The sign, hung on the pole by the front gate, reads, "Bayport Hotel.
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