Simpson was telling the truth, and she was too
glad and grateful to doubt any one at the moment.
"Thank you, thank you ever so much, Mr. Simpson. You're the
nicest, kindest, politest man I ever knew, and the girls will be
so pleased you gave us back the flag, and so will the Dorcas
Society; they'll be sure to write you a letter of thanks;they
always do."
"Tell 'em not to bother 'bout any thanks," said Simpson, beaming
virtuously. "But land! I'm glad 't was me that happened to see
that bundle in the road and take the trouble to pick it up." ("
Jest to think of it's bein' a flag!" he thought; "if ever there
was a pesky, wuthless thing to trade off, 't would be a great,
gormin' flag like that!")
"Can I get out now, please?" asked Rebecca. "I want to go back,
for Mrs. Meserve will be dreadfully nervous when she finds out
she dropped the flag, and it hurts her health to be nervous."
"No, you don't," objected Mr. Simpson gallantly,turning the
horse. "Do you think I'd let a little creeter like you lug that
great heavy bundle? I hain't got time to go back to Meserve's,
but I'll take you to the corner and dump you there, flag'n' all,
and you can get some o' the men-folks to carry it the rest o' the
way. You'll wear it out, huggin' it so!"
"I helped make it and I adore it!" said Rebecca, who was in a
grandiloquent mood.
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