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"Everybody'd see us drivin' together."
"What of it? They see us drivin' to the Cattle Show together, didn't
they?"
"Yes, and they've talked about it ever since, some of 'em. That Abbie
Larkin said--Oh, I can't tell you what she said. No, I shan't do it.
I shouldn't have the face. And everybody'd ask where we was bound,
and I'd--I'd be so--so mortified and--and--why, I'd act like a
reg'lar--er--er--domicile that had run away from the Idiots' Home. No,
no, no! I couldn't."
Mr. Hammond thought it over. Then he said:
"See here, Hannah, I cal'late we can fix that. We'll start in the night,
after all hands have gone to bed. I'll sneak out about quarter to twelve
and borrow Thankful's horse and buggy out of her barn. I know where she
keeps the key. I'll be ready here at twelve prompt--or not here, maybe,
but down in the hollow back of your henhouse. You must be there and
we'll drive over to Trumet--"
"Trumet! Why, Caleb Hammond, I know everybody in Trumet well's I do
here. And gettin' to Trumet at three o'clock in the mornin' would be--"
"Then we won't go to Trumet. We'll go to Bayport. It's quite a trip, but
that's all the better 'cause we won't make Bayport till daylight. Then
we'll hunt up a parson to marry us and come back here and tell folks
when we get good and ready. Thankful'll miss the horse and team,
I cal'late, but I'll fix that; I'll leave a note sayin' I took the
critter, bein' called away on business."
"Yes, but what will I tell Kenelm?"
"Don't tell him anything, the foolhead.
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