The hotel dinner was neither bountiful nor particularly well cooked.
The Holts joined them at table and Winnie S. talked a good deal. He expressed much joy at the recovery of his lantern.
"But when I see you folks in that house last night," he said, "I thought to myself, "Judas priest!" thinks I. "Them women has got more s.p.u.n.k than I"ve got." Gettin" into a house like that all alone in the dark--Whew!
Judas priest! I wouldn"t do it!"
"Why not?" asked Emily.
"Oh, just "cause I wouldn"t, I suppose. Now I don"t believe in such things, of course, but old Laban he did die there. I never heard nothin", but they tell me--"
"Rubbish!" broke in Mr. Holt, Senior. ""Tain"t nothin" but fool yarns, the whole of it. Take an old house, a hundred year old same as that is, and shut her up and "tain"t long afore folks do get to pretendin" they hear things. I never heard nothin". Have some more pie, Miss Howes? Huh!
There AIN"T no more, is there!"
After dinner Emily retired to her room for a nap. She did so under protest, declaring that she was not tired, but Thankful insisted.
"If you ain"t tired now you will be when the excitement"s over," she said. "My conscience is plaguin" me enough about fetchin" you on this cruise, as it is. Just take it as easy as you can, Emily. Lie down and rest, and please me."
So Emily obeyed orders and Mrs. Barnes, after drawing the curtains and asking over and over again if her cousin was sure she was comfortable, went out. It was late in the afternoon when she returned.
"I"ve been talkin" until my face aches," she declared. "And my mind is about made up to do--to do what may turn out to be the craziest thing I ever DID do. I"ll tell you the whole thing after supper, Emily. Let"s let my tongue have a vacation till then."
And, after supper, which, by the way, was no better than the dinner, she fulfilled her promise. They retired to the bedroom and Thankful, having carefully closed the windows and door and hung a towel over the keyhole, told of her half-formed plan.
"Emily," she began, "I presume likely you"ll feel that you"d ought to go back home tomorrow? Yes, I knew you"d feel that way. Well, I ain"t goin"
with you. I"ve made up my mind to stay here for a few days longer. Now I"ll tell you why.
"You see, Emily," she went on, "my comin" down here to East Wellmouth wa"n"t altogether for the fun of lookin" at the heirloom Uncle Abner left me. The first thing I wanted to do was see it, but when I had seen it, and if it turned out to be what I hoped it might be, there was somethin" else. Emily, Mrs. Pearson"s dyin" leaves me without a job. Oh, of course I know I could "most likely get another chance at nursin" or keepin" house for somebody, but, to tell you the truth, I"m gettin"
kind of tired of that sort of thing. Other folks" houses are like other folks" ailments; they don"t interest you as much as your own do. I"m sick of askin" somebody else what they want for dinner; I"d like to get my own dinner, or, at least, if somebody else is to eat with me, I want to decide myself what they"ll have to eat. I want to run my own house once more afore I die. And it seems--yes, it seems to me as if here was the chance; nothin" but a chance, and a risky one, but a chance just the same. Emily, I"m thinkin" of fixin" up Uncle Abner"s old rattletrap and openin" a boardin"-house for summer folks in it.
"Yes, yes; I know," she continued, noticing the expression on her companion"s face. "There"s as much objection to the plan as there is slack managin" in this hotel, and that"s some consider"ble. Fust off, it"ll cost money. Well; I"ve saved a little money and those cranberry bog shares Mrs. Pearson left me will sell for two thousand at least.
That would be enough, maybe, if I wanted to risk it all, but I don"t.
I"ve got another scheme. This property of mine down here is free and clear, but, on account of its location and the view, Cap"n Bangs tells me it"s worth consider"ble more than I thought it was. I believe--yes, I do believe I could put a mortgage on it for enough to pay for the fixin"
over, maybe more."
Emily interrupted.
"But, Auntie," she said, "a mortgage is a debt, isn"t it? A debt that must be paid. And if you borrow from a stranger--"
"Just a minute, Emily. Course a mortgage is a debt, but it"s a debt on the house and land and, if worse comes to worst, the house and land can go to pay for it. And I don"t mean to borrow from a stranger, if I can help it. I"ve got a relation down here on the Cape, although he"s a pretty fur-off, round-the-corner relation, third cousin, or somethin"
like that. His name"s Solomon Cobb and he lives over to Trumet, about nine mile from here, so Cap"n Bangs says. And he and Uncle Abner used to sail together for years. He was mate aboard the schooner when Uncle Abner died on a v"yage from Charleston home. This Cobb man is a tight-fisted old bachelor, they say, but his milk of human kindness may not be all skimmed. And, anyhow, he does take mortgages; that"s the heft of his business--I got that from the cap"n without tellin" him what I wanted to know for."
Miss Howes smiled.
"You and Captain Bangs have been putting your heads together, I see,"
she said.
"Um--hm. And his head ain"t all mush and seeds like a pumpkin, if I"m any judge. The cap"n tells me that east Wellmouth needs a good summer boardin"-house. This--this contraption we"re in now is the nighest thing there is to it, and that"s as far off as dirt is from soap; you can see that yourself. "Cordin" to Cap"n Bangs, lots and lots of city people would come here summers if there was a respectable, decent place to go to. Now, Emily, why can"t I give "em such a place? Seems to me I can.
Anyhow, if I can mortgage the place to Cousin Sol Cobb I think--yes, I"m pretty sure I shall try. Now what do you think? Is your Aunt Thankful Barnes losin" her sense--always providin" she"s ever had any to lose--or is she gettin" to be a real business woman at last?"
Emily"s reply was at first rather doubtful. She raised one objection after the other, but Mrs. Barnes was always ready with an answer. It was plain that she had looked at her plan from every angle. And, at last, Miss Howes, too, became almost enthusiastic.
"I do believe," she said, "it may turn out to be a splendid thing for you, Auntie. At least, I"m sure you will succeed if anyone can. Oh dear!" wistfully. "I only wish it were possible for me to stay here and help with it all. But I can"t--I can"t. Mother and the children need the money and I must go back to my school."
Thankful nodded. "Yes," she admitted, "I suppose likely you must, for the present. But--but if it SHOULD be a go and I SHOULD see plainer sailin" ahead, then I"d need somebody to help manage, somebody younger and more up-to-date than I am. And I know mighty well who I shall send for."
They talked for a long time, but at last, after they were in bed and the lamp was extinguished, Emily said:
"I hate to go back and leave you here, Auntie; indeed I do. I shall be so interested and excited I shall scarcely be able to wait for your letters. You will write just as soon as you have seen this Mr. Cobb, won"t you?"
"Yes, sartin sure I will. I know it"s goin" to be hard for you to go and leave me, Emily, but I shan"t be havin" a Sunday-school picnic, exactly, myself. From what I used to hear about Cousin Solomon, unless he"s changed a whole lot since, gettin" a dollar from him won"t be as easy as pullin" a spoon out of a kittle of soft-soap. I"ll have to do some persuadin", I guess. Wish my tongue was as soothin"-syrupy as that Mr.
Badger"s is. But I"m goin" to do my best. And if talkin" won"t do it I"ll--I swear I don"t know as I shan"t give him ether. Maybe he"d take THAT if he could get it for nothin". Good night."
CHAPTER V
"Well," said Thankful, with a sigh, "she"s gone, anyhow. I feel almost as if I"d cut my anchor rope and was driftin" out of sight of land. It"s queer, ain"t it, how you can make up your mind to do a thing, and then, when you"ve really started to do it, almost wish you hadn"t. Last night--yes, and this mornin"--I was as set on carryin" through this plan of mine as a body could be, but just now, when I saw Emily get aboard those cars, it was all I could do to keep from goin" along with her."
Captain Obed nodded. "Sartin," he agreed. "That"s natural enough. When I was a youngster I was forever teasin" to go to sea. I thought my dad was meaner than a spiled herrin" to keep on sayin" no when I said yes. But when he did say yes and I climbed aboard the stagecoach to start for Boston, where my ship was, I never was more homesick in my life. I was later on, though--homesick and other kinds."
They were standing on the station platform at Wellmouth Centre, and the train which was taking Emily back to South Middleboro was a rapidly moving, smoking blur in the distance. The captain, who seemed to have taken a decided fancy to his prospective neighbor and her young relative, had come with them to the station. Thankful had hired a horse and "open wagon" at the livery stable in East Wellmouth and had intended engaging a driver as well, but Captain Bangs had volunteered to act in that capacity.
"I haven"t got much to do this mornin"," he said. "Fact is, I generally do have more time on my hands than anything else this season of the year. Later on, when I put out my fish weirs, I"m pretty busy, but now I"m a sort of "longsh.o.r.e loafer. You"re figurin" to go to Trumet after you"ve seen Miss Emily leave the dock, you said, didn"t you? Well, I"ve got an errand of my own in Trumet that might as well be done now as any time. I"ll drive you over and back if you"re willin" to trust the vessel in my hands. I don"t set up to be head of the Pilots" a.s.sociation when it comes to steerin" a horse, but I cal"late I can handle any four-legged craft you"re liable to charter in East Wellmouth."
His offer was accepted and so far he had proved a competent and able helmsman. Now, Miss Howes having been started on her homeward way, the next port of call was to be the office of Mr. Solomon Cobb at Trumet.
During the first part of the drive Thankful was silent and answered only when spoken to. The parting with Emily and the sense of heavy responsibility entailed by the project she had in mind made her rather solemn and downcast. Captain Obed, noticing this, and suspecting the cause, chatted and laughed, and after a time his pa.s.senger seemed to forget her troubles and to enjoy the trip.
They jogged up the main street of Trumet until they reached the little three-cornered "square" which is the business center of the village.
Next beyond the barbershop, which is two doors beyond the general store and postoffice, was a little one-story building, weather-beaten and badly in need of paint. The captain steered his "craft" up to the sidewalk before this building and pulled up.
"Whoa!" he ordered, addressing the horse. Then, turning to Thankful, he said:
"Here you are, ma"am. This is Sol Cobb"s place."
Mrs. Barnes looked at the little building. Its exterior certainly was not inviting. The windows looked as if they had not been washed for weeks, the window shades were yellow and crooked, and one of the panes of gla.s.s in the front door was cracked across. Thankful had not seen her "Cousin Solomon" for years, not since she was a young woman, but she had heard stories of his numerous investments and business prosperity, and she could scarcely believe this dingy establishment was his.
"Are you sure, Cap"n Bangs?" she faltered. "This can"t be the Solomon Cobb I mean. He"s well off and it don"t seem as if he would be in an office like this--if "tis an office," she added. "It looks more like a henhouse to me. And there"s no signs anywhere."
The captain laughed. "Signs cost money," he said. "It takes paint to make a sign, same as it does to keep a henhouse lookin" respectable.
This is the only Sol Cobb in Trumet, fur"s I ever heard, and he"s well off, sartin. He ought to be; I never heard of him lettin" go of anything he got hold of. Maybe you think I"m talkin" pretty free about your relation, Mrs. Barnes," he added, apologetically. "I hadn"t ought to, I suppose, but I"ve had one or two little dealin"s with Sol, one time or "nother, and I--well, maybe I"m prejudiced. Excuse me, won"t you? He may be altogether different with his own folks."
Thankful was still staring at the dubious and forbidding front door.
"It doesn"t seem as if it could be," she said. "But if you say so of course "tis."
"Yes, ma"am, I guess "tis. That"s Sol Cobb"s henhouse and the old rooster is in, judgin" by the signs. Those are his rubbers on the step.
Wearin" rubbers winter or summer is a habit of his. Humph! I"m talkin"