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She shan't spoil her life a woman like that! by the Lord! WHAT a woman! for any such crazy notion. I swore it when I heard the story and I've sworn it every day since. That's what settled my mind about Grace. Keziah Coffin belongs to me. She always has belonged to me, even though my own pig-headedness lost her in the old days." "She cares for you, Nat. I know that. She as much as told me so."
The last speech she heard from her seemed to be: "Tell my little boy and Dolly. Say I will come back to them." Then she appeared to fall asleep. "You must get some food down her throat, somehow, Mrs. Thrale, or we shall have her sinking from exhaustion. You will stop to help, Keziah? Stop till to-morrow. I will look in at the Lodge to tell your husband. I must go now. Is Tom Kettering there?"
Keziah Solmes at about eleven o'clock the next morning, in the road close by the Ranger's Cottage, close to where the grey mare started on her forty-first mile, yesterday. If this person spoke truth when he said he had come from a station much farther off than Grantley Thorpe, he was not the same man. Otherwise, the witnesses agreed in their description of him. Mrs.
Keziah was on her knees in her room, beside a trunk, the same trunk she had been packing the day of the minister's arrival in Trumet. She was working frantically, sorting garments from a pile, rejecting some and keeping others. She heard voices on the walk below and went down to admit the callers. "What's the matter, Keziah?" asked Dr. Parker sharply, after a look at her face.
Belligerent as he had been toward his own image in the mirror, he shrank from meeting Keziah Butterworth, for he knew instinctively that she had come with some burden of complaint. "Come in," said Mr. Belcher to his servant, "and shut the door behind you." The girl came in, shut the door, and waited, leaning against it. "Go," said her master in a low tone, "and tell Mrs.
She was to sail for Liverpool and Keziah was to be a passenger. "I can't hardly wait to get to sea," went on Nat. "Think of it! No more lonesome meals in the cabin, thinkin' about you and about home. No, sir! you and home'll be right aboard with me. Think of the fun we'll have in the foreign ports. London, and you and me goin' sightseein' through it!
You wouldn't have to go away then, nor My soul and body! some one's knockin' at the door! The last sentence was a smothered shriek. Keziah heeded not. Neither did she heed the knock at the door. Her hands were opening and closing convulsively. "Be glad!" she repeated. "Glad to marry a good-for-nothin' sand-peep like you! You sassy GET down off that chair and out of this house!
"Perhaps she'll adopt him." Annabel was the only child of Captain Elkanah Daniels, who owned the finest house in town. She was the belle of Trumet, and had been for a good many years. Keziah laughed. "Well," she said, "anyhow I've got to go. Maybe I'll like Boston first rate, you can't tell. Or maybe I won't. Ah, hum! 'twouldn't be the first thing I've had to do that I didn't like."
In the workshop of Hallett & Co., Keziah sat sewing busily. The window near her was closed, stuck fast, and through the dingy panes she could see only roofs and chimneys. The other women and girls near her chatted and laughed, but she was silent. She did not feel like talking, certainly not like laughing.
He turned away and moved sulkily toward his beckoning sister and her escort; but wheeled once more to add, in a mysterious whisper, "Don't you forget now, Mr. Ellery. Remember that question I put to you: 'What do you think of' Yes, yes, La-viny, I hear you! of you know who?" That evening, at the parsonage, Keziah was clearing the table and Captain Nat was helping her.
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