Captain Obed and Thankful smiled at each
other.
"Heman's a heap more anxious to see her than she is to see him,"
observed the former. "He's pretty fur gone in that direction, judgin' by
the weather signs."
Thankful nodded.
"I cal'late that's so," she agreed. "Still, he's been just as fur gone
with others, if all they say's true. Mr. Daniels is a fascinator, so
everybody says."
"Yup. Prides himself on it, always seemed to me. But there generally
comes a time when that kind of a lady-killer gets hit himself. Lots of
females have been willin' to marry Heman, but he's never given 'em the
chance. About so fur he'll go and then shy off."
"How about that widow woman over to Bayport?"
"Well, I did think he was goin' to cast anchor there, but he ain't, up
to now. That widow's wuth a lot of money--her husband owned any quantity
of cranberry bog property--and all hands cal'lated Heman had his eye
on it. Maybe he and the widow would have signed articles only for Miss
Howes heavin' in sight."
"Well, I suppose he's a good man; I never heard a word against him that
way. And he's a risin' lawyer--"
"Yes--or riz."
"Yes. But--but I somehow wouldn't want Emily to marry him."
Captain Obed agreed heartily. "Neither would I," he declared. Then,
after a moment, he added: "Hasn't it seemed to you that John Kendrick
was kind of--well, kind of headin' up towards--towards--"
"Yes. Ye-es, I have thought so. I joke Emily a little about him
sometimes.
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