Her
step was quick and decisive, as if she had something important on hand.
"It was wonderful," Mrs. Britt told her husband, "the way Miss Arabella
went out of that door. She had hardly time to say 'good-bye.' I
wonder what has come over her."
"H'm," the captain grunted contemptuously, "most likely the hawk has
been worryin' that poor little bird in there, and it was that which
made her so happy. I don't know of anything on earth that would please
that skinny creature as much as naggin' at some poor little innocent
thing like Whyn, fer instance. Her long nose is gettin' more hooked
every day."
"Hush, hush, Joshua," his wife remonstrated, "you mustn't say such
things about a woman. Remember, Miss Arabella was greatly concerned
about you this morning. She thought you had gone out of your mind when
she saw you signalling in front of the house."
"She did, eh? Ho, ho! And I suppose she wished that I was crazy
enough to be sent to the 'sylum. That's a good one, and I must go and
tell Whyn."
Miss Arabella had almost reached her house when she met Rod walking
slowly along, with his eyes fixed upon the ground. He was thinking
deeply, and wondering how he was to earn the money to buy his scout
suit.
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