Come into the dinin'-room. Imogene, you needn't finish clearin' away
till I tell you to. You stay in the kitchen here."
When she and Captain Obed were in the dining-room alone, and with both
doors closed, Thankful told of the morning's happenings.
"They're bad enough, too," she declared. "Almost as bad as that silly
business last night--or worse, if such a thing's possible. To begin
with, Mr. John Kendrick's gone."
"Yes, Imogene said he'd gone. But what made him go so early?"
"You don't understand, Cap'n. I mean he's gone--gone for good. He isn't
goin' to board or room here any more."
Captain Obed whistled. "Whew!" he exclaimed. "You don't mean it?"
"I wish I didn't, but I do. I didn't see him this mornin', he went too
early for that, but he took his suitcase and his trunk is all packed and
locked. He left a note for me with a check for his room rent and board
in it. The note said that under the circumstances he presumed I would
agree 'twas best for him to go somewheres else at once. He thanked me
for my kindness, and said some real nice things--but he's gone."
"Tut! tut! Dear, dear! Where's he gone to? Did he say?"
"No, I've told you all he said. I suppose likely I ought to have
expected it, and perhaps, if he is goin' to work for that cousin of his
and against me, it's best that he shouldn't stay here; but I'll miss him
awful--a good deal more'n I miss the money he's paid me, and the land
knows I need that. I can't understand why he acted the way he did last
night.
Pages:
217
218
219
220
221
222
223
224
225
226
227
228
229
230
231
232
233
234
235
236
237
238
239
240
241