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He has taken a lively interest in the Sunday schools of the city, in connection with the Methodist Episcopal Church, of which he has been a member nearly since he came to the city. He was married in 1841 to Miss Minerva E. Peet, by whom he had four children, three of whom are now living the oldest son being in business with his father. He suffered the loss of his partner in life in 1857.
Jest see that flauntin' old creatur' that looks like a stopped clock. There! everybody can't be o' one goodness, even preachers." I was glad to have Mrs. Peet amused, and we were as cheerful as we could be for a few minutes. She said earnestly that she hoped to be forgiven for such talk, but there were some kinds of folks in the cars that she never had seen before.
Clarissa Parks was the beauty of the class, Emma Downs the poet, Lizzie Harrowgate the mathematician, Maggie Peet the pet, Ella Truman wrote the finest hand, Maria Denyse was the elocutionist, Pauline Hayes the one most at home in universal history, Marjorie West did not know what she was: the remaining twenty-two were in no wise remarkable; one or two were undeniably dull, more were careless, and most came to school because it was the fashion and they must do something before they were fully grown up.
Parker had sworn among other things: That she had no knowledge of the envelope, the back of which had been used by Parker for the purpose of directing Rogers, Peet & Co. to deliver the clothes and money to his messenger and, of course, that the words "Mr. Geo. B. Lang" were not in her handwriting.
She wants some cherry-bounce." "Oh, all right, Mr. Peet. You needn't bother to come down. It's just little Mary Cary." And she opened the door a tiny crack and peeped through. "Mr. Peet isn't very well to-night," she said. "He's taken fresh cold. But you can come in." I came; but I didn't want to. And if Mr. Peet had come down those steps and shaken hands I wouldn't have been surprised.
The physician himself was no great clerk, and he read the paper slowly, stumbling over the words, as it were, while Brother Thomas, clasping his crucifix to his breast, listened in triumph as he heard what he himself had bidden me write. "I, Norman Leslie, of of Peet What name is this? Peet I cannot utter it." "Passez outre," quoth D'Aulon.
Peet pounds me until I am black and blue, but it's no use. I am gaining! Tommy, you'll have to find some younger woman to say your pretty things to. I am growing frightfully homely! ... That's one comfort with John, he'll never know it." As the meal passed their mood became serious once more and tender, as it had been when they met.
Peet suggested, as if it were a matter of little consequence, that she had kept it in mind to buy some mourning; but there were other things to be thought of first, and so she had let it go until winter, any way, or until she should be fairly settled in Shrewsbury. "Are your nieces expecting you by this train?"
Jest see that flauntin' old creatur' that looks like a stopped clock. There! everybody can't be o' one goodness, even preachers." I was glad to have Mrs. Peet amused, and we were as cheerful as we could be for a few minutes. She said earnestly that she hoped to be forgiven for such talk, but there were some kinds of folks in the cars that she never had seen before.
Bob Peet seized him by the arm, and led him away up the beach. "Cap'n," he said, looking round to make sure that they were out of hearing of the others, "I can't touch a lady not seamanly! But 'f you say the word knock gen'l'm'n feller middle o' next week. Say the word, Cap'n! Good's a meal o' vittles t' me h'ist him over cliff!"
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