Barnes.
"What--why--YOU!" he gasped.
"Eh?" stammered Thankful, whose surprise and bewilderment were almost as
great as his. "Eh? What?"
"You?" repeated Solomon. "What--what are you doin' here?"
"What am I doin' here? What am I doin'?"
"Yes." Then, after another stare about the room, he added: "This ain't
Kenelm Parker's house? Whose house is it?"
"It's my house, of course. Emily, go and fetch some--some water or
somethin'. He's out of his head."
Emily hurried to the kitchen, Thankful hastened to help the unexpected
visitor to his feet. But the visitor declined to be helped.
"Let me alone," he roared. "Let me be. I--I want to know whose house
this is?"
"It's my house, I tell you. You ought to know whose house it is. Land
sakes! You and I have had talk enough about it lately. Don't you know
where you are? What are you sittin' there on the floor for? Are you
hurt?"
Slowly Mr. Cobb rose to his feet.
"Do you mean to tell me," he demanded, "that this is--is Abner's place?
How'd I get here?"
"I don't know. I ain't hardly had time to make sure you are here yet.
And I'm sartin YOU ain't sure. That was an awful tumble you got. Seems
as if you must have hurt yourself. And you're soppin' wet through! What
in the WORLD?"
She moved toward him again, but he waved her away.
"Let me alone!" he ordered. "I was headin' for Kenelm Parker's. How'd I
get here?"
"I tell you I don't know. I suppose you lost your way. No wonder, such a
night's this.
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