The Landlord at Lions Head — Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 262 pages of information about The Landlord at Lions Head — Volume 2.

The Landlord at Lions Head — Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 262 pages of information about The Landlord at Lions Head — Volume 2.

“Know they’d got some of ’em in the papers?” Whitwell asked; and at the surprise that Westover showed he told him how a fellow who was trying to make a paper go over at the Huddle, had heard of Jackson’s letters and teased for some of them, and had printed them as neighborhood news in that side of his paper which he did not buy ready printed in Boston.

Mrs. Durgin studied with modest deprecation the effect of the fact upon Westover, and seemed satisfied with it.  “Well, of course, it’s interestin’ to Jackson’s old friends in the country, here.  They know he’d look at things, over there, pretty much as they would.  Well, I had to lend the letters round so much, anyway, it was a kind of a relief to have ’em in the paper, where everybody could see ’em, and be done with it.  Mr. Whit’ell here, he fixes ’em up so’s to leave out the family part, and I guess they’re pretty well thought of.”

Westover said he had no doubt they were, and he should want to see all the letters they could show him, in print and out of print.

“If Jackson only had Jeff’s health and opportunities—­” the mother began, with a suppressed passion in her regret.

Frank Whitwell pushed back his chair.  “I guess I’ll ask to be excused,” he said to the head of table.

“There!  I a’n’t goin’ to say any more about that, if that’s what you’re afraid of, Frank,” said Mrs. Durgin.  “Well, I presume I do talk a good deal about Jackson when I get goin’, and I presume it’s natural Cynthy shouldn’t want I should talk about Jeff before folks.  Frank, a’n’t you goin’ to wait for that plate of hot biscuit?—­if she ever gits it here!”

“I guess I don’t care for anything more,” said Frank, and he got himself out of the room more inarticulately than he need, Westover thought.

His, father followed his retreat with an eye of humorous intelligence.  “I guess Frank don’t want to keep the young ladies waitin’ a great while.  There’s a church sociable over ’t the Huddle,” he explained to Westover.

“Oh, that’s it, is it?” Mrs. Durgin put in.  “Why didn’t he say so.”

“Well, the young folks don’t any of ’em seem to want to talk about such things nowadays, and I don’t know as they ever did.”  Whitwell took Westover into his confidence with a wink.

The biscuit that Cynthia brought in were burned a little on top, and Mrs. Durgin recognized the fact with the question, “Did you get to studyin’, out there?  Take one, do, Mr. Westover!  You ha’n’t made half a meal!  If I didn’t keep round after her, I don’t know what would become of us all.  The young ladies down at Boston, any of ’em, try to keep up with the fellows in college?”

“I suppose they do in the Harvard Annex,” said Westover, simply, in spite of the glance with which Mrs. Durgin tried to convey a covert meaning.  He understood it afterward, but for the present his single-mindedness spared the girl.

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