He
passed 'im twice inside of a hour, an' he hadn't moved a peg. No
healthy minded man don't carry on that way, Mis' Dawson."
"Hain't he a-settin' up to that hotel gal?" Mrs. Bradley turned towards
the house with her guest. "No, he hain't," she answered. "She nussed
him when he wus down, an'--well, maybe she does kinder fancy _him_ a
little--any natcherl girl would--I don't say she _does_ nor _doesn't_,
but he hain't been to see 'er, to my knowledge, a single time, nur has
never tuk her out to any o' the parties. No, thar's nothin' twixt 'em;
she tried to git 'im to come stay at the hotel when he wus sick atter
the Whitecap outrage, an' I thought she acted a little for'ard then,
but he refused an' come to us instead."
"You don't say so; why, I heerd--"
"A body kin always heer more about a thing fur off than right whar it
happens," concluded Mrs. Bradley. They were now in the sitting-room,
and Mrs. Dawson took off her bonnet and shawl. Mrs. Bradley put some
pieces of pine under the smouldering logs in the fireplace and swept
the hearth.
That night when Westerfelt came home supper was on the table.
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