I give in that it looks as if 'twas,
but I tell you there's a nigger in the woodpile somewheres. Some day
he'll be dug out and then there's a heap of tattle-tales and character
naggers in this town that'll find they've took the wrong channel.
They'll be good and seasick, that's what they'll be."
Mr. E. Holliday Kendrick, if he knew that his own popularity had
suffered a shock, did not appear to care. He went on with his plans
for enlarging his estate and, when he left East Wellmouth for New York,
which he did early in October, told those who asked him that he had
left the purchase of the "boarding-house nuisance" in the hands of his
attorney. "I shall have that property," he announced, emphatically. "I
may not get it for some time, but I shall get it. I make it a point to
get what I go after."
Emily, in her letters, those written soon after her arrival in South
Middleboro, said nothing concerning her plan, the "secret" which was to
cheer Mrs. Barnes' loneliness. Thankful could not help wondering what
the secret might be, but in her own letters she asked no questions. And,
one day in mid-October, that secret was divulged.
Thankful, busy in the kitchen with Imogene, preparing dinner, heard the
sound of wheels and horse's hoofs in the yard. Going to the door, she
was surprised to see Captain Obed Bangs climbing from a buggy. The buggy
was her own and the horse to which it was attached was her own George
Washington. Upon the seat of the buggy was a small boy.
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