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In the first place, she despised laziness, and as South Hatboro' was the summer home of open and avowed disoccupation, of an idleness so entire that it had to seek refuge from itself in all manner of pastimes, she held its population in a contempt to which her meagre phrase did imperfect justice.
They make an honest living off it, and the other fellows that come out to roost here from June till October simply keep somebody else from making a living off it, and corrupt all the poor people in sight by their idleness and luxury. That's what I tell 'em at South Hatboro'. They don't like it, but I guess they believe it; anyhow they have to hear it.
I guess we shall fix Brother Gerrish yet, and I don't think we shall let Brother Peck off without a tussle. I'm going to try print on Brother Gerrish. I'm going to ask him in the Hatboro' Register he doesn't advertise, and the editor's as independent as a lion where a man don't advertise " "Indeed he's not going to do anything of the kind, Annie," said Mrs. Putney. "I shall not let him.
"What a cook!" cried Mrs. Munger, over the cutlets. "Yes, she's a treasure; I don't deny it," said Mrs. Wilmington. By the end of May most of the summer folk had come to their cottages in South Hatboro'. One after another the ladies called upon Annie.
"She's the only one of the Old Hatboro' people, so far as I know them, who has any breadth of view. Whoa!" She pulled up suddenly beside a stout, short lady in a fashionable walking dress, who was pushing an elegant perambulator with one hand, and shielding her complexion with a crimson sun-umbrella in the other. "Mrs. Gerrish!" Mrs. Munger called; and Mrs.
But from the moment Annie arrived in Hatboro' the difficulty of being helpful to anything or any one had increased upon her with every new fact that she had learned about it and the people in it. To her they seemed terribly self-sufficing.
Gerrish. with authority. Putney said, without noticing Mr. Gerrish, "Well, I'm glad you've come back to the old place, Miss Kilburn I almost said Annie." "I shouldn't have minded, Ralph," she retorted. "Shouldn't you? Well, that's right." Putney continued, ignoring the laugh of the others at Annie's sally: "You'll find Hatboro' pretty exciting, after Rome, for a while, I suppose.
"I mean that the popular belief in Hatboro' seems to be that Northwick was on his way to Canada on the train that was wrecked." "Shocking, shocking!" said Wade. "What makes you think they believe that?" "The conjecture and speculation began in the station the moment Miss Northwick left it, and before it could be generally understood that I was there to represent her.
At the best, it would be taking his opportunity from him and making it hers. She began to see that one ought to have a conscience about doing good. She let the chance of proposing this impossibility go by; and after a little silence Dr. Morrell seemed to revert, in her interest, to the economical situation in Hatboro'.
The station itself, one of Richardson's, massive and low, with red-tiled, spreading veranda roofs, impressed her with its fitness, and strengthened her for her encounter with the business architecture of Hatboro', which was of the florid, ambitious New York type, prevalent with every American town in the early stages of its prosperity.
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