I
mean to go over every inch of those two rooms before dinner time."
Thankful nodded. "I'll do it with you," she said. "But I've been over
'em so many times that I'm pretty skeptical. The time to go over 'em is
in the night when that--that snorin' is goin' on. A ghost that snores
ought, by rights, to be one that's asleep, and a sound-asleep ghost
ought to be easy to locate. Oh, yes! I can make fun NOW. I told you I
was as brave as a lion--in the daytime."
It was easy to talk now, and they drifted into a discussion of many
things. Thankful retold the story of her struggle to keep the High Cliff
House afloat, told it all, her hopes, her fears and her discouragements.
They spoke of Captain Bangs, of his advice and help and friendship.
Emily brought the captain into the conversation and kept him there.
Thankful said little concerning him, and of the one surprising, intimate
interview between Captain Obed and herself she said not a word. She
it was who first mentioned John Kendrick's name. Emily was at first
disinclined to speak of the young lawyer, but, little by little, as her
cousin hinted and questioned, she said more and more. Thankful learned
what she wished to learn, and it was what she had suspected. She learned
something else, too, something which concerned another citizen of East
Wellmouth.
"I knew it!" she cried. "I didn't believe 'twas so, and I as much as
told Cap'n Obed 'twasn't this very day--no, yesterday, I mean. When a
body don't go to bed at all the days kind of run into one another.
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