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  “Whatisthematter?“sheasked。

  “Oh,nothin’。“

  “Youspokeasifyouwereinpain。“

  “Nowonder。I’mlookin’atsomethin’thatgivesmeapain。Thatwizened-uplandsharkofaJerryCliffordisinsight,boundtothepost-office,Ical’late。Goin’toputaone-centstamponaletterandletthefellerthatgetsitpaytheothercent,Isuppose。Healwaysasksthepostmastertolickthestamp,so’stosavethewearandtearonhisowntongue。That’safact……No,“headded,amomentlater,“heain’tgoin’totheoffice;he’sturnin’downthelanehere……Eh!Jumpin’fireofbrimstone,Idobelieve——

  WHATintheworld?“

  ForMr。Clifford’sstepwasupontheplatformofthestoreandinanothermomentthedooropenedandthetight-fistedonehimselfappeared。Shadrachsaidnothing;hecouldonlystareinamazement。

  IthadbeenmorethantwoyearssinceJeremiahhadcrossedthatthreshold。

  Buthecrosseditnow。And,afteralookabouttheplace,ignoringtheCaptaincompletely,hewalkedovertothedesk。Hedidnotlookhappy。Mary,onthecontrary,lookedverymuchpleased。

  “Goodmorning,Mr。Clifford,“shesaid。

  Jeremiah,whowasalittlethinman,lookedupatherfromunderhisheavygrayeyebrowsandabovehisspectacles。Hedidnotacknowledgethesalutation。

  “Umph!“hegruntedsavagely。“Youthinkyou’resmart,don’tye?“

  Shadrachstartedforward。

  “Why,you——“hebegan。Maryheldupherhand。

  “Don’tinterfere,UncleShad,“sheordered。“ThisisMr。Clifford’saffairandmine。Weunderstandeachotherperfectly。“Then,turningtothefrowningJeremiah,shesaid:“Why,yes,thankyou,Mr。Clifford,IdothinkIamratherclever——justnow。Don’tyouthinkIam,yourself?“

  Againthevisitorignoredthequestion。

  “Whatdidyougoandstickanattachmentonthatlandofminefor?“

  hedemanded。

  “Surelyyoudon’tneedtoaskmethat,Mr。Clifford。Theamountisonehundredandtendollarsandsixty-threecents。IrememberitandIshouldimagineyoumust;certainlyithasbeencalledtoyourattentionoftenenough。“

  “Umph!Well,youcankeepyourdarnedoldattachment。“

  “Verywell;andyoucankeepyourland——whatisleft,Imean。I

  thinkyouwillkeepitforsometime——afterItellMr。Keiththefacts。Hewillbeherethisafternoon,youknow。“

  ItwasevidentthatJeremiahwasquiteawareofthetimeofSamKeith’sarrival。Histeeth——thefewremaining——snappedtogetherand,asCaptainShadrachsaidafterwards,helookedasifundecidedwhethertobiteorputbackhisheadandhowl。Apparentlyhedecidedthathowlingwassafer。

  “Iwascal’latin’topaythatbillofyours,anyhow,“hesaid。

  “Ofcourse,andwewerecalculatingthatyouwould,“saidMarysweetly。“Yourcalculationsandoursareprovingtrue,Mr。

  Clifford。That’snice,isn’tit?“

  Fromthedirectionofthebackroom,whereSimeonwasbusywithhisorders,camethesoundofasmotheredlaugh。Shadrach,uponwhomunderstandingofthesituationwasjustbeginningtodawn,slappedhisknee。Mr。Cliffordlookedpositivelyvenomous。

  “IfIpaythatbill——that——whatwasit?——thathundredandtendollarsyousayIoweyou——doIgetthatattachmentoffmylandrightaway?“hedemanded。

  “Ifyoupaytheonehundredandtendollars——andthesixty-threecents——IshallphoneJudgeBaxterthenextminute,“saidMarypromptly。

  Jeremiahhesitatednolonger。HehadconsideredthesituationinallitsphasesbeforeleavinghomeandtheonehundredandtendollarswasbutasmallitemcomparedtohisexpectedprofitonthesaleoftheNorthInletland。Hereachedintohispocket,producedalong,dingyleatherpocketbookwoundaboutwithtwine,unwoundthetwine,openedthepocketbookandproducedablankcheck。

  “Givemeapenandink,“hesnarled,“andI’llfillthisin。“

  TheCaptainreachedforthepenandinkbottle,butMaryinterfered。

  “Cash,ifyouplease,“shesaidsweetly。

  Jeremiahlookedathersteadilyforwhatseemedalongtime。Thenshewassurprisedtoseethecornerofhisliptwitchandnoticeagrimtwinkleinhiseye。Alsotherewasagrudgingnoteofadmirationinhisvoicewhenhenextspoke。

  “Ain’ttakin’nochances,beyou?“hesaiddryly。

  “No。Don’tyouthinkwe’vetakenenoughalready?“

  Mr。Clifforddidnotanswer。Hereplacedtheblankcheckinhispocketbookand,fromanothercompartment,extractedsomebillsrolledinatightlittlecylinderandwoundaboutwithelastic。

  “Thereyoube,“hesaidshortly。Then,turningtoShadrach,headded:“Don’tIgetnothin’offforpayin’cash?“

  Fromthebackroomcameavigorous“Haw,haw!“EvenMarylaughedaloud。AsforCaptainShad,hecouldonlystare,struckspeechlessbyhisvisitor’saudacity。Mary,whenshehadfinishedlaughing,answeredforhim。

  “Weshalldeducttheinterestwemighthavechargedyou,Mr。

  Clifford,“shesaid。“Thankyou。Thereisyourchangeandthereisthereceiptedbill。Now,IshallcallupJudgeBaxter。“

  Whenshereturnedfromthepost-officeJeremiahwasstillthere。

  Shadrach,allsmiles,wasdoingupparcels。

  “Whatarethose,UncleShad?“askedMary。Mr。Cliffordanswered。

  “Oh,IthoughtImightaswellbuyalittlesugarandflourandsuch,“hesaid。“Alwayscomeinhandy,theydo。Send’emupwhenyougettoit。Good-by。“

  Hishandwasonthedoor,butMarycalledtohim。

  “Mr。Clifford,“shecalled;“justaminute,please。Areyouinanyhurryforthesethings——thesugarandtherestofit?“

  “No,don’tknow’sIbe,’special’;why?“

  “Oh,nothing,exceptthatifyouwereinahurryIshouldadviseyourpayingforthem。Itoldyou,youremember,thatweweren’ttakingchances。“

  ForaninstantJeremiahstoodthereglowering。Thenhedidanotherastonishingthing。Hetookoutthepocketbookoncemoreandfromitextractedatwo-dollarbill。

  “Takeitoutofthat,“hesaid,“andsendmeareceiptedbillafterwards。Ialwayscal’latetoknowwhatI’vepaidfor。Andsay,you——what’syourname——Mary’-Gusta,ifyougettiredofworkin’forShadGouldandZoethHamilton,comeroundandseeme。I’vegot——I

  meanmywife’sgot——twoorthreemortgagesthat’sbehindontheinterest。Iain’tbeenabletocollectitforheryet,but——but,bytime,IbelieveYOUcould!“

  HewentoutandthenextmomentMarywasalmostsmotheredinheruncle’sembrace。

  “Afterthis——afterTHIS,“roaredShadrach,“I’llbelieveanything’spossibleifyou’vegotahandinit,Mary’-Gusta。IfYOU’DbeenJonahyou’dhaveputthewhaleinyourpocketandswumashore。“

  CHAPTERXXVII

  EarlyinApril,whenMaryannouncedthatshewasreadytoputintooperationherbiggestandmostambitiousplan,suggestedtheyearbeforebyBarbaraHowe——thetea-roomandgift-shopplan——theCaptaindidnotofferstrenuousopposition。

  “Ican’tseemuchsenseinit,“headmitted。“Idon’tknow’sIknowwhatit’sallabout。NighasIcanmakeoutyou’refiggerin’toopenupsomekindofahigh-tonedeatin’house。Isthatit?“

  “Why,no,UncleShad,notexactly,“explainedMary。

  “Thenwhatisit——adrinkin’house?Ipresumelikelythat’sit,bein’asyoucallita’tea-room。’Kindofatemperancesaloon,eh?

  Can’tafellergetcoffeeinit,ifhewantsto?Idon’twakeupnightsmuchhankerin’forteamyself。“

  “Listen,UncleShad:Atea-room——atleastatearoomofthesortI

  intendtohave——isaplacewherethesummerpeople,thewomenandgirlsespecially,willcomeandsitatlittletablesanddrinkteaandeatcakesandicecreamandlookoffattheocean,iftheweatherispleasant——“

  “Yes,andatthefog,if’tain’t;andtalkabouttheirneighbor’sclothesandrundownthecharactersoftheirbestfriends。Yes,yes,Isee;sortofasewin’circlewithoutthesewin’。Allright,heaveaheadandgetyourtea-roomoffthewaysifyouwantto。Ifanybodycanmakethethingkeepafloatyoucan,Mary-’Gusta。“

  SoMary,thusencouraged,wentontoputherschemeintoeffect。

  Shehadbeenplanningthedetailsforsometime。Abouthalfwaydownthelaneleadingtothehousefromthestorewasanothersmallstory-and-a-halfdwellingoftheold-fashionedCapeCodtype。Itstooduponalittlehillandcommandedawideviewofoceanandbeachandvillage。Thereweresomeweather-beatentreesandatangleofshrubsaboutit。Ithadbeenuntenantedforagoodwhileandwasinratherbadrepair。

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