"
"So do I, John. How do you think she"--with a jerk of the head toward
the living-room--"feels--er--that way?"
"I don't know. She likes him, I'm sure of that. But, so fur as I know,
there's no understandin' between them. And, anyhow, John couldn't think
of gettin' married, not for a long spell. He hasn't got any money."
"No, not yet he ain't, but he will have some day, or I miss my guess.
He's gettin' more popular on the Cape all the time, and popular in
the right places, too. Why, the last time I was in South Denboro Cap'n
Elisha Warren spoke to me about him, and if Cap'n 'Lisha gets interested
in a young feller it means a lot. 'Lisha's got a lot of influence."
"You say you joke with John about Emily. How's he take the jokes?"
"Oh, he takes 'em all right. You can't get him mad by teasin'
him, 'cause he won't tease. He generally comes right back at me
about--er--that is--"
"About what?"
"Oh--nothin'. Just nonsense, that's all. Well, I cal'late I'd better be
goin' if I want to fetch the postoffice afore it's shut up."
But he was destined not to "fetch" the postoffice that night. He had
risen to go when the dining-room door opened and Emily appeared. Her
face was flushed, and she seemed excited and angry.
"Auntie," she said, sharply, "Auntie, will you come into the living-room
a moment. I want you to hear what that--what Mr. Daniels says. Don't
stop to talk. Come! Captain Bangs, you may come, too. You are--are his
friend and you should hear it.
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