Of course Mrs.Armstrong still insisted that, knowing, as she did, Mr.Winslow's prejudice against occupying the position of landlord, she could not think of accepting his offer."Of course I shall not," she declared."I am flattered to know that you consider Barbara and me preferable to Mr.and Mrs.Powless; but even there you may be mistaken, and, beside, why should you feel you must endure the lesser evil.If I were in your place I shouldn't endure any evil at all.I should keep the house closed and empty, just as you have been doing."Captain Sam shook his head impatiently."If you was in his place,"he observed, "you would have let it every year.Don't interfere with him, Mrs.Armstrong, for the land sakes.He's showed the first streak of common sense about that house that he's showed since the Davidsons went out.Don't ask him to take it back."And Jed stubbornly refused to take it back."I've let it to you for a month, ma'am," he insisted."It's yours, furniture and all, for a month.You won't sell that Mrs.Powless any of it, will you?" he added, anxiously."Any of the furniture, I mean."Mrs.Armstrong scarcely knew whether to be amused or indignant.
"Of course I shouldn't sell it," she declared."It wouldn't be mine to sell."Jed looked frightened."Yes, 'twould; yes, 'twould," he persisted.
"That's why I'm lettin' it to you.Then I can't sell it to her; ICAN'T, don't you see?"
Captain Sam grinned."Fur's that goes," he suggested, "I don't see's you've got to worry, Jed.You don't need to sell it, to her or anybody else, unless you want to."But Jed looked dubious."I suppose Jonah cal'lated he didn't need to be swallowed," he mused."You take it, ma'am, for a month, as a favor to me.""But how can I--like this? We haven't even settled the question of rent.And you know nothing whatever about me."He seemed to reflect.Then he asked:
"Your daughter don't sing like a windmill, does she?"Barbara's eyes and mouth opened."Why, Mamma!" she exclaimed, indignantly.
"Hush, Babbie.Sing like a--what? I don't understand, Mr.
Winslow."
The captain burst out laughing."No wonder you don't, ma'am," he said."It takes the seven wise men of Greece to understand him most of the time.You leave it to me, Mrs.Armstrong.He and Iwill talk it over together and then you and he can talk to-morrow.
But I guess likely you'll have the house, if you want it; Jed doesn't go back on his word.I always say that for you, don't I, old sawdust?" turning to the gentleman thus nicknamed.
Jed, humming a mournful hymn, was apparently miles away in dreamland.Yet he returned to earth long enough to indulge in a mild bit of repartee."You say 'most everything for me, Sam," he drawled, "except when I talk in my sleep."Mrs.Armstrong and Barbara left a moment later, the lady saying that she and Mr.Winslow would have another interview next day.
Barbara gravely shook hands with both men.
"I and Petunia hope awfully that we are going to live here, Mr.
Winslow," she said, "'specially Petunia."Jed regarded her gravely."Oh, she wants to more'n you do, then, does she?" he asked.
The child looked doubtful."No-o," she admitted, after a moment's reflection, "but she can't talk, you know, and so she has to hope twice as hard else I wouldn't know it.Good-by.Oh, I forgot;Captain Hedge liked his swordfish EVER so much.He said it was a--a--oh, yes, humdinger."
She trotted off after her mother.Captain Hunniwell, after a chuckle of appreciation over the "humdinger," began to tell his friend what little he had learned concerning the Armstrongs.This was, of course, merely what Mrs.Armstrong herself had told him and amounted to this: She was a widow whose husband had been a physician in Middleford, Connecticut.His name was Seymour Armstrong and he had now been dead four years.Mrs.Armstrong and Barbara, the latter an only child, had continued to occupy the house at Middleford, but recently the lady had come to feel that she could not afford to live there longer, but must find some less expensive quarters.
"She didn't say so," volunteered Captain Sam, "but I judge she lost a good deal of her money, bad investments or somethin' like that.
If there's any bad investment anywheres in the neighborhood you can 'most generally trust a widow to hunt it up and put her insurance money into it.Anyhow, 'twas somethin' like that, for after livin'
there a spell, just as she did when her husband was alive, she all at once decides to up anchor and find some cheaper moorin's.First off, though, she decided to spend the summer in a cool place and some friend, somebody with good, sound judgment, suggests Orham.
So she lets her own place in Middleford, comes to Orham, falls in love with the place--same as any sensible person would naturally, of course--and, havin' spent 'most three months here, decides she wants to spend nine more anyhow.She comes to the bank to cash a check, she and I get talkin', she tells me what she's lookin' for, I tell her I cal'late I've got a place in my eye that I think might be just the thing, and--"He paused to bite the end from a cigar.His friend finished the sentence for him.
