As soon as I was alone, I thought, I would sell Parnassus and
hurry back to the farm. That was my job, that was my glass of
blessings. What was I doing--a fat, middle-aged
woman--trapesing along the roads with a cartload of books I
didn't understand?
I slipped the little notebook back into its hidingplace. I
would have died rather than let the Professor know I had seen it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
We were coming into Woodbridge; and I was just wondering
whether to wake the Professor when the little window behind me
slid back and he stuck his head out.
"Hello!" he said. "I think I must have been asleep!"
"Well, I should hope so," I said. "You needed it."
Indeed he looked much better, and I was relieved to see it.
I had been really afraid he would be ill after sleeping out
all night, but I guess he was tougher than I thought. He
joined me on the seat, and we drove into the town. While he
went to the station to ask about the trains I had a fine time
selling books. I was away from the locality where I was
known, and had no shyness in attempting to imitate Mifflin's
methods. I even went him one better by going into a hardware
store where I bought a large dinner bell.
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