And I'll tell you this: If you can't get a client no other way
I'll--I'll break into the meetin'-house and steal a pew or somethin'.
Then you can defend me. Eh . . . And now what about a place for you to
eat and sleep?" he added, after a moment.
The young man seemed to find the question as hard to answer as the
other.
"I like it here," he admitted. "I like it very much indeed. But I must
economize and the few hundred dollars I have scraped together won't--"
He was interrupted. Emily Howes appeared at the corner of the house
behind them.
"Supper is ready," she called cheerfully.
Both men turned to look at her. She was bareheaded and the western sun
made her profile a dainty silhouette, a silhouette framed in the spun
gold of her hair.
"John's comin', Miss Emily," answered the captain. "He'll be right
there."
Emily waved her hand and hurried back to the dining-room door. Mr.
Kendrick kicked the stone into the grass.
"I think I may as well remain here, for the present at least," he said.
"After all, there is such a thing as being too economical. A chap can't
always make a martyr of himself, even if he knows he should."
The next morning Mrs. Barnes, over at the village on a marketing
expedition, met Captain Bangs on his way to the postoffice.
"Oh, Cap'n," she said, "I've got somethin' to tell you. 'Tain't bad news
this time; it's good. Mr. Heman Daniels has changed his mind. He's goin'
to keep his room and board with me just as he's been doin'.
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