When he looked from his bedroom window the
clouds were breaking and a glance at his barometer, hung on the wall
just beside that window, showed the glass to be rising and confirmed
the promise of a fair day. He dressed and came downstairs. Hannah Parker
came down soon afterward. The captain wished her a merry Christmas.
Miss Parker shook her head; she seemed to be in a pessimistic mood.
"I'm much obliged to you, Cap'n Bangs," she said, "and I'm sure I wish
you the same. But I don't know; don't seem as if I was liable to have
many more merry Christmases in this life. No, merry Christmases ain't
for me. I'm a second fiddle nowadays and I cal'late that's what I'm
foreordinated to be from now on."
The captain didn't understand.
"Second fiddle," he repeated. "What have you got to do with fiddlin',
for goodness' sakes?"
"Nothin', of course. I don't mean a real fiddle. I mean I shan't never
be my own mistress any more. I've been layin' awake thinkin' about it
and shiverin', 'twas so damp and chilly up in my room. There's a loose
shingle right over a knot hole that's abreast a crack in my bedroom
wall, and it lets in the dampness like a sieve. I've asked Kenelm to fix
it MORE times; but no, all he cares to do is look out for himself and
that inmate. If SHE had a loose shingle he'd fix it quick enough. All
I could do this mornin' was lay to bed there and shiver and pull up the
quilt and think and think. It kept comin' over me more and more."
"The quilt, you mean? That's what you wanted it to do, wasn't it?"
"Not the quilt.
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