I presume likely Uncle Abner did use to talk
about me. He always declared he thought as much of me as if I was his
own child."
There was an interval of silence. Mr. Cobb replaced his spectacles and
stared through them at his visitor. His manner was peculiar--markedly
so.
"I went mate for Cap'n Abner a good many v'yages," he said, after a
moment.
"Yes, I know you did."
"He--he told you so, I suppose."
"Yes."
"What else did he tell you; about--about me, I mean?"
"Why, nothin' 'special that I know of. Why? What was there to tell?"
"Nothin'. Nothin' much, I guess. Abner and me was sort of--sort of
chums and I didn't know but he might have said--might have told you
considerable about me. He didn't, hey?"
"No. He told me you was his mate, that's all."
It may have been Thankful's imagination, but it did seem as if her
relative was a trifle relieved. But even yet he did not seem quite
satisfied. He pulled at his whiskers and asked another question.
"What made you come here to me?" he asked.
"Mercy on us! I've told you that, haven't I? I came to see about gettin'
a mortgage on his old place over to East Wellmouth. I knew you took
mortgages--at least folks said you did--and bein' as you was a relation
I thought--"
A wave of the hand interrupted her.
"Yes, yes," broke in Solomon, hastily. "I know that. Was that the only
reason?"
"I presume likely 'twas. I did think it was a natural one and reason
enough, but I guess THAT was a mistake.
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