Durgin。She’sdoneherpart，andshe’shadmorethanhershareofhardknocks。Ifshewastough，tosta’twith，she’shadblowsenoughtomellerher。Butthat’sthewayIaccountfortheboy。Is’pose——I’doughtn’ttofeelthewayIdoabouthim，buthe’ssuchapesttothewholeneighborhoodthathe’dhavethemostpop’la’fune’l。Well，IguessI’vesaidenough。I’mmuchobligedtoyou，though，Mr。——\"
\"Westover，\"thepaintersuggested。\"Buttheboyisn’tsobadallthetime。\"
\"Couldn’tbe，\"saidWhitwell，withacackleofhumorousenjoyment。
\"Hehashisspellsofbein’decent，andhe’spoottysmart，too。Butwhentheotherspellketcheshimit’slikeasifthedevilgota—holdofhim，asIsaidinthefirstplace。Ilostmywifeheretwo—threeyearsalongback，andthatlittlegirlyouseehimtormentin’，she’saregularlittlemothertoherbrother；andwheneverJeffDurginseesherwithhim，seemsasiftheOldScratchgotintohim。Well，I’mgladIdidn’tcomeacrosshimthatday。Howyougittin’alongwithLion’sHead？Setsquietenoughforyou？\"Whitwellrosefromthestumpandbrushedtheclingingchipsfromhisthighs。\"Folkstroubleyouany，lookin’on？\"
\"Notyet，\"saidWestover。
\"Well，thereain’tagreatmanyto，\"saidWhitwell，goingbacktohisaxe。\"Ishouldliketoseeyouworkin’someday。Do’knowasIeversawanattistatit。\"
\"Ishouldliketohaveyou，\"saidWestover。\"Anytime。\"
\"Allright。\"Whitwellpulledhisaxeoutofthecarf，andstruckitinagainwithaforcethatmadeawide，squarechipleapout。HelookedoverhisshoulderatWestover，whowasmovingaway。\"Say，stopinsometimeyou’repassin’。Iliveinthatwood—coloredhouseatthefootoftheDurgins’lane。\"
VIII。
Inalittlesunkenplace，behindarock，somerodsaway，WestoverfoundJefflurkingwithhisdog，bothsilentandmotionless。\"Hello？\"hesaid，inquiringly。
\"Comebacktoshowyoutheway，\"saidtheboy。\"Thoughtyoucouldn’tfinditalone。\"
\"Oh，whydidn’tyousayyou’dwait？\"Theboygrinned。\"Ishouldn’tthinkafellowlikeyouwouldwanttobeafraidofanyman，evenforthefunofscaringalittlegirl。\"Jeffstoppedgrinningandlookedinterested，asifthiswasaviewofthecasethathadnotoccurredtohim。\"Butperhapsyouliketobeafraid。\"
\"Idon’tknowasIdo，\"saidtheboy，andWestoverlefthimtothequestionagreatpartofthewayhome。Hedidnotexpressanyregretorpromiseanyreparation。Butafewdaysafterthat，whenhehadbeguntoconvoypartiesofchildrenuptoseeWestoveratwork，inthelateafternoon，ontheirwayhomefromschool，andtoshowthepainterofftothemasasortoffamilyproperty，heoncebroughttheyoungWhitwells。
Heseemedonperfecttermswiththemnow，andwhenthecrowdoflargerchildrenhinderedthelittleboy’sviewofthepicture，Jeff，inhisqualityofhost，liftedhimunderhisarmsandheldhimupsothathecouldlookaslongasheliked。
ThegirlseemedashamedofthegoodunderstandingbeforeWestover。Jeffofferedtomakeaplaceforheramongtheotherchildrenwhohadlookedlongenough，butshepulledthefrontofherbonnetacrossherfaceandsaidthatshedidnotwanttolook，andcaughtherbrotherbythehandandranawaywithhim。Westoverthoughtthischarming，somewhat；helikedtheintenseshynesswhichthechild’sintensepassionhadhiddenfromhimbefore。
Jeffactedashosttotheneighborswhocametoinspectthepicture，andtheyallcame，withinacircuitofseveralmilesaround，andgavehimtheiropinionsfreelyorscantily，accordingtotheirseveraltemperaments。Theyweremainlyfavorable，thoughtherewassomefrankcriticism，too，spokenoverthepainter’sshoulderasopenlyasifhewerenotby。Therewasnoquestionbutoflikeness；allfinerfactswerefarfromthem；theywishedtoseehowgoodaportraitWestoverhadmade，andsomeofthemconsoledhimwiththesuggestionthatthelikenesswouldcomeoutmorewhenthepicturegotdry。
Whitwell，whenhecame，attemptedalargerviewoftheartist’swork，butapparentlymoreoutofkindnessforhimthanadmirationofthepicture。
Hesaidhepresumedyoucouldnotalwaysgetathinglikethatjustrightthefirsttime，andthatyouhadtokeeptryingtillyoudidgetit；butitpaidintheend。Jeffhadstolendownfromthehousewithhisdog，drawnbythefascinationwhichonewehaveinjuredalwayshasforus；
whenWhitwellsuddenlyturneduponhimandasked，jocularly，\"Whatdoyouthink，Jeff？\"theboycouldonlykickhisdoganddriveithome，asameansofhidinghisfeelings。
HebroughttheteachertoseethepicturethelastFridaybeforethepainterwentaway。Shewasacold—looking，austeregirl，prettyenough，witheyesthatwanderedawayfromtheyoungman，althoughJeffusedallhisartstomakeherfeelathomeinhispresence。ShepretendedtohavemerelystoppedonherwayuptoseeMrs。Durgin，andshedidnotventureanycommentonthepainting；but，whenWestoveraskedsomethingaboutherschool，sheansweredhimpromptlyenoughastothenumberandagesandsexesoftheschool—children。HeventuredsofartowardajokewithherastoaskifshehadmuchtroublewithsuchatoughsubjectasJeff，andshesaidhecouldbegoodenoughwhenhehadamind。Ifhecouldgetoverhisteasing，shesaid，withtheairofreadinghimalecture，shewouldnothaveanythingtocomplainof；andJefflookedashamed，butratherofthepraisethantheblame。Hishumiliationseemedcompletewhenshesaid，finally：\"He’sagoodscholar。\"
OntheTuesdayfollowing，Westovermeanttogo。Itwastheendofhisthirdweek，andithadbroughthimintoSeptember。TheweathersincehehadbeguntopaintLion’sHeadwasperfectforhiswork；but，withthelongdrought，ithadgrownverywarm。Manytreesnowhadflamedintocrimsononthehill—slopes；theyellowingcorninthefieldsgaveoutathin，drysoundasthedelicatewindstirredtheblades；butonlythesoundsandsightswereautumnal。Theheatwasoppressiveatmidday，andatnightthecoldhadlostitsedge。Therewasnodew，andMrs。DurginsatoutwithWestoverontheporchwhilehesmokedafinalpipethere。
Shehadcometojoinhimforsomefixedpurpose，apparently，andshecalledtoherboy，\"Yougotobed，Jeff，\"asifshewishedtobealonewithWestover；themenfolkswerealreadyinbed；hecouldhearthemcoughnowandthen。
\"Mr。Westover，\"thewomanbegan，evenasshesweptherskirtsforwardbeforeshesatdown，\"Iwanttoaskyouwhetheryouwouldletthatpictureofyoursgoonpartboard？I’llgiveyoubackjustasmuchasyousayofthismoney。\"
Helookedroundandsawthatshehadinthehanddroppedinherlapthebillshehadgivenheraftersupper。
\"Why，Icouldn’t，verywell，Mrs。Durgin——\"hebegan。
\"Ipresumeyou’llthinkI’mfoolish，\"shepursued。\"ButIdowantthatpicture；Idon’tknowwhenI’veeverwantedathingmore。It’sjustlikeLion’sHead，thewayI’veseenit，dayinanddayout，everysummersinceIcomeherethirty—fiveyearsago；it’sbeautiful！\"
\"Mrs。Durgin，\"saidWestover，\"yougratifymemorethanIcantellyou。
Iwish——IwishIcouldletyouhavethepicture。I——Idon’tknowwhattosay——\"
\"Whydon’tyouletmehaveit，then？Ifweeverhadtogoawayfromhere——ifanythinghappenedtous——it’stheonethingIshouldwanttokeepandtakewithme。There！That’sthewayIfeelaboutit。Ican’texplain；butIdowishyou’dletmehaveit。\"
Someemotionwhichdidnotutteritselfinthedesiresheexpressedmadehervoiceshakeinthewords。Sheheldoutthebank—notestohim，andtheyrustledwiththetremorofherhand。
\"Mrs。Durgin，IsupposeIshallhavetobefrankwithyou，andyoumustn’tfeelhurt。Ihavetolivebymywork，andIhavetogetasmuchasIcanforit——\"
\"That’swhatIsay。Idon’twanttobeatyoudownonit。I’llgiveyouwhateveryouthinkisright。It’smymoney，andmyhusbandfeelsjustasIdoaboutit，\"sheurged。
\"Youdon’tquiteunderstand，\"hesaid，gently。\"IexpecttohaveanexhibitionofmypicturesinBostonthisfall，andIhopetogettwoorthreehundreddollarsforLion’sHead。\"
\"I’vebeenaproperfool，\"criedthewoman，andshedrewinalongbreath。
\"Oh，don’tmind，\"hebegged；\"it’sallright。I’veneverhadanyofferforapicturethatI’drathertakethanyours。Iknowthethingcan’tbealtogetherbadafterwhatyou’vesaid。AndI’lltellyouwhat！I’llhaveitphotographedwhenIgettoBoston，andI’llsendyouaphotographofit。\"
\"Howmuchwillthatbe？\"Mrs。Durginasked，asiftaughtcautionbyherofferforthepainting。
\"Nothing。Andifyou’llacceptitandhangitupheresomewhereIshallbeveryglad。\"
\"Thankyou，\"saidMrs。Durgin，andthemeekness，thewoundedpride，hefanciedinher，touchedhim。
Hedidnotknowatfirsthowtobreakthesilencewhichsheletfollowuponherwords。Atlasthesaid：
\"Youspoke，justnow，abouttakingitwithyou。Ofcourse，youdon’tthinkofleavingLion’sHead？\"
Shedidnotanswerforsolongatimethathethoughtshehadnotperhapsheardhimorheededwhathesaid；butsheanswered，finally：\"Wedidthinkofit。Thedayyoucomewehadaboutmadeupourmindstoleave。\"
\"Oh！\"
\"ButI’vebeenthinkin’ofsomethingsinceyou’vebeenherethatIdon’tknowbutyou’llsayisaboutaswildaswantin’tobuyathree—hundred—
dollarpicturewithaweek’sboard。\"Shegaveashort，self—scornfullaugh；butitwasalaugh，anditrelievedthetension。
\"Itmaynotbeworthanymore，\"hesaid，gladoftherelief。
\"Oh，Iguessitis，\"sherejoined，andthenshewaitedforhimtoprompther。
\"Well？\"
\"Well，it’sthis；andIwantedtoaskyou，anyway。Youthinkthere’dbeanychanceofmygettin’summerfolkstocomehereandboardifIwastoputanadvertisementinaBostonpaper？Iknowit’salonesomeplace，andthereain’twhatyoumaycallattractions。Butthefolksfromthehotels，sometimes，whentheyrideoverinastagetoseetheview，praiseupthescenery，andIguessitissightly。Iknowthatwellenough；andIain’tafraidbutwhatIcandoforboardersaswellassome，ifnotbetter。Whatdoyouthink？\"
\"Ithinkthat’sacapitalidea，Mrs。Durgin。\"
\"It’sthatorgo，\"shesaid。\"Thereain’talivin’forusonthefarmanymore，andwegottodosomethin’。IftherewasanythingelseIcoulddo！ButI’vethoughtitoutandthoughtitout，andIguessthereain’tanythingIcandobuttakeboarders——ifIcangetthem。\"
\"Ishouldthinkyou’dfinditratherpleasantonsomeaccounts。Yourboarderswouldbecompanyforyou，\"saidWestover。
\"We’recompanyenoughforourselves，\"saidMrs。Durgin。\"Iain’teverbeenlonesomehere，fromthefirstminute。IguessIhadcompanyenoughwhenIwasagirltolastmethesortthathotelfolksare。IpresumeMr。Whitwellspoketoyouaboutmyfather？\"
\"Yes；hedid，Mrs。Durgin。\"
\"Idon’tpresumehesaidanythingthatwa’n’ttrue。It’sallright。ButIknowhowmymotherusedtoslave，andhowIusedtoslavemyself；andI
alwayssaidI’dratherdoanythingthanwaitonboarders；andnowIguessIgottocometoit。Thesightofsummerfolksmakesmesick！IguessI
could’a’had’emlongagoifI’dwantedto。There！I’vesaidenough。\"
Sherose，withasuddenliftofherpowerfulframe，andstoodamomentasifexpectingWestovertosaysomething。
Hesaid：\"Well，whenyou’vemadeyourmindup，sendyouradvertisementtome，andI’llattendtoitforyou。\"
\"Andyouwon’tforgetaboutthepicture？\"
\"No；Iwon’tforgetthat。\"
Thenextmorninghemadereadyforanearlystart，andinhispreparationshehadthezealousandevenaffectionatehelpofJeffDurgin。Theboyseemedtowishhimtocarryawaythebestimpressionofhim，or，atleast，tomakehimforgetallthathadbeensinisterorunpleasantinhisbehavior。Theyhadbeengoodcomradessincethefirstevilday；theyhadbecomegoodfriendseven；andWestoverwastouchedbytheboy’sdevotionatparting。Hehelpedthepaintergethispacktogetheringoodshape，andhetookprideinstrappingitonWestover’sshoulders，adjustingandreadjustingitwithcare，andfasteningitsothatallshouldbesafeandsnug。Helingeredaboutattheriskofbeinglateforschool，asiftoseethelastofthepainter，andhewavedhishattohimwhenWestoverlookedbackatthehousefromhalfdownthelane。Thenhevanished，andWestoverwentslowlyontillhereachedthatcorneroftheorchardwheretheslantinggravestonesofthefamilyburial—groundshowedabovethelowwall。There，suddenly，astormburstuponhim。Theairrainedapples，thatstruckhimonthehead，theback，theside，andpeltedinviolentsuccessiononhisknapsackandcanvases，camp—stoolandeasel。Heseemedassailedbyfourorfiveskilfulmarksmen，whosemissilesalltold。
Whenhecouldlifthisfacetolookroundheheardashrill，accusingvoice，\"Oh，JeffDurgin！\"andhesawanotherstormofapplesflythroughtheairtowardthelittleWhitwellgirl，whododgedandranalongtheroadbelowandescapedinthedirectionoftheschoolhouse。Thentheboy’sfaceshoweditselfoverthetopofoneofthegravestones，allagrinwithjoy。HewaitedandwatchedWestoverkeepslowlyon，asifnothinghadhappened，andpresentlyheletsomeapplesfallfromhishandsandwalkedslowlybacktothehouse，withhisdogathisheels。
WhenWestoverreachedtheleveloftheroadandtheshelterofthewoodsnearWhitwell’shouse，heunstrappedhisloadtoseehowmuchharmhadbeendonetohispicture。Hefounditunhurt，andbeforehehadgottheburdenbackagainhesawJeffDurginleapingalongtheroadtowardtheschool—house，whirlinghissatchelofbooksabouthisheadandshoutinggaylytothegirl，nowhiddenbythebushesattheotherendofthelane：
\"Cynthy！Oh，Cynthy！Waitforme！Iwanttotellyousomething！\"
IX。
Westover，receivednextspringthecopyforanadvertisementfromMrs。
Durgin，whichsheaskedtohavehimputinsomepaperforher。ShesaidthathersonJacksonhadwrittenitout，andWestoverfounditsowellwrittenthathehadscarcelytochangethewording。Itofferedthebestoffarm—board，withplentyofmilkandeggs，berriesandfruit，forfivedollarsaweekatLion’sHeadFarm，anditclaimedforthefarmthemeritofthefinestviewofthecelebratedLion’sHeadMountain。Itwassigned，asherletterwassigned，\"Mrs。J。M。Durgin，\"withherpost—
officeaddress，anditgaveWestoverasareference。
Theletterwasinthesamehandwritingastheadvertisement，whichhetooktobethatofJacksonDurgin。ItenclosedadollarnotetopayforthreeinsertionsoftheadvertisementintheeveningTranscript，anditended，almostcasually：\"Idonotknowasyouhaveheardthatmyhusband，JamesMonroeDurgin，passedtospiritlifethisspring。Mysonwillhelpmetorunthehouse。\"
ThisdeathcouldnotmoveWestovermorethanithadapparentlymovedthewidow。Duringthethreeweekshehadpassedunderhisroof，hehadscarcelyexchangedthreewordswithJamesMonroeDurgin，whoremainedtohimanimpressionoflarge，round，dull—blueeyes，astubblyupperlip，andcheeksandchintaggedwithcoarse，hay—coloredbeard。Theimpressionwassolargelytheimpressionthathehadkeptofthedull—
blueeyesandthegaunt，slantedfigureofAndrewJacksonDurginthathecouldnotbeverydistinctinhissenseofwhichwasnowthepresenceandwhichtheabsence。Heremembered，withaneffort，thattheson’sbeardwasstraw—colored，buthehadtomakenoefforttorecalltherobusteffectofMrs。Durginandheryoungestson。Hewonderednow，ashehadoftenwonderedbefore，whethersheknewofthefinalviolencewhichhadavengedtheboyfortheprolongedstrainofrepressionJeffhadinflicteduponhimselfduringWestover’sstayatthefarm。Afterseveralimpulsestogobackandbeathim，tofollowhimtoschoolandexposehimtotheteacher，towritetohismotherandtellherofhismisbehavior，Westoverhaddecidedtodonothing。Ashehadcomeoffunhurtinpersonandproperty，hecouldaffordtobemoregenerouslyamusedthanifhehadsuffereddamageineither。Themorehethoughtoftheincident，themorehewasdisposedtobelenientwiththeboy，whomhewasawareofhavingbaffledandsubduedbyhissuperiorwitandvirtueinperhapsintolerablemeasure。Hecouldnotquitemakeoutthatitwasanactofbadfaith；
therewasnoreasontothinkthatthegood—naturedthingsthefellowhaddone，theconstantlittleofficesofzealandfriendliness，werelesssincerethanthisviolentoutbreak。
TheletterfromLion’sHeadFarmbroughtbackhisthreeweeksthereveryvividly，andmadeWestoverwishhewasgoingthereforthesummer。ButhewasgoingovertoFranceforanindefiniteperiodofworkintheonlyairwherehebelievedmodernmenweredoinggoodthingsintherightway。
HeWasaleinthewinter，andhehadsoldpicturesenoughtoprovidethemeansforthissojournabroad；thoughhislion’sHeadMountainhadnotbroughtthetwohundredandfiftyorthreehundreddollarshehadhopedfor。Itbroughtonlyahundredandsixty；butthetimehadalmostcomealreadywhenWestoverthoughtitbroughttoomuch。Now，theletterfromMrs。Durginremindedhimthathehadneversentherthephotographofthepicturewhichhehadpromisedher。Heencasedthephotographatonce，andwrotetoherwithmanyavowalsofcontritionforhisneglect，andstrongregretthathewasnotsoontoseetheoriginalofthepaintingagain。Hepaidadecentreverencetothebereavementshehadsuffered，andhesenthisregardstoall，especiallyhiscomradeJeff，whomheadvisedtokeepoutoftheapple—orchard。
FiveyearslaterWestovercamehomeinthefirstweekofagaspingAugust，whosehotbreaththickenedroundtheCunarderbeforeshegothalf—wayuptheharbor。Hewaitedonlytoseehispicturesthroughthecustom—house，andthenheleftforthemountains。ThemountainsmeantLion’sHeadforhim，andeighthoursafterhewasdismountingfromthetrainatastationontheroadwhichhadbeenpushedthroughonanewlinewithinfourmilesofthefarm。ItwascalledLion’sHeadHousenow，ashereadonthesideofthemountain—wagonwhichhesawwaitingattheplatform，andheknewataglancethatitwasJeffDurginwhowascomingforwardtomeethimandtakehishand—bag。
Theboyhadbeentheprophecyofthemaninevenadisappointingdegree。
Westoverhadfanciedhimgrowinguptotheheightofhisfatherandbrother，butJeffDurgin’sstalwartframewasnotableforstrengthratherthanheight。Hecouldnothavebeentallerthanhismother，whosestaturewasabovethestandardofhersex，buthewasmassivewithoutbeingbulky。Hischestwasdeep，hissquareshouldersbroad，hispowerfullegsborehimwithabackwardbulgeofthecalvesthatshowedthroughhisshapelytrousers；hecaughtupthetrunksandthrewthemintothebaggage—wagonwithaswellingofthemusclesonhisshort，thickarmswhichpulledhiscoat—sleevesfromhisheavywristsandbroad，shorthands。
HehadgivenoneofthesetoWestovertoshakewhentheymet，butwithsomethingconditionalinhiswelcome，andwithalookwhichwasnotsomuchfurtiveaslatent。Thethatchofyellowhairheusedtowearwasnowcroppedclosetohisskull，whichwasasortofdun—color；andithadsomedropsofsweatalongthelighteredgewherehishathadshadedhisforehead。HeputhishatontheseatbetweenhimselfandWestover，anddroveawayfromthestationbareheaded，tocoolhimselfafterhisboutwiththebaggage，whichwasfollowingmoreslowlyinitswagon。Therewasagooddealofit，andtherewerehalfadozenpeople——women，ofcourse——goingtoLion’sHeadHouse。WestoverclimbedtotheplacebesideJefftoletthemhavetheothertwoseatstothemselves，andtohaveachanceoftalking；buttheladieshadtobequietedintheirseveralanxietiesconcerningtheirbaggage，andthelettersandtelegramstheyhadsentabouttheirrooms，beforetheysettleddowntoanexchangeofapprehensionsamongthemselves，andleftJeffDurginfreetolistentoWestover。
\"Idon’tknowbutIoughttohavetelegraphedyouthatIwascoming，\"
Westoversaid；\"butIcouldn’trealizethatyouweredoingthingsonthehotelscale。Perhapsyouwon’thaveroomforme？\"
\"Guesswecanputyouup，\"saidJeff。
\"Nochanceofgettingmyoldroom，Isuppose？\"
\"Ishouldn’twonder。Ifthere’sanyoneinit，Iguessmothercouldchange’em。\"
\"Isthatso？\"askedWestover，withalikingforbeingliked，whichhistoneexpressed。\"Howisyourmother？\"
Jeffseemedtothinkamomentbeforeheanswered：
\"Justexactlythesame。\"
\"Alittleolder？\"
\"NotasIcansee。\"
\"Doesshehatekeepingahotelasbadlyassheexpected？\"
\"That’swhatshesays，\"answeredJeff，withatwinkle。Allthetime，whilehewastalkingwithWestover，hewasbreakingouttohishorses，whichhegovernedwithhisvoice，trottingthemuphillanddown，andwalkingthemontheshort，infrequentlevels，inthemountainfashion。
Westoveralmostfearedtoask：\"AndhowisJackson？\"
\"First—rate——thatis，forhim。He’saswellaseverhewas，Iguess，andhedon’tappearadayolder。You’vechangedsome，\"saidJeff，withalookroundatWestover。
\"Yes；I’mtwenty—ninenow，andIwearaheavierbeard。\"WestovernoticedthatJeffwascleanshavedofanysignofanapproachingbeard，andartisticallyherejoicedinthefellow’syoung，manlybeauty，whichwasveryregularandsculpturesque。\"You’reabouteighteen？\"
\"Nearernineteen。\"
\"IsJacksonasmuchinterestedintheotherworldasheusedtobe？\"
\"Spirits？\"
\"Yes。\"
\"IguesshekeepsitupwithMr。Whitwell。Hedon’tsaymuchaboutitathome。Hekeepsallthebooks，andhelpsmotherrunthehouse。Shecouldn’tverywellgetalongwithouthim。\"
\"Andwheredoyoucomein？\"
\"Well，Ilookafterthetransportation，\"saidJeff，withanodtowardhishorses——\"whenI’mathome，thatis。I’vebeenattheAcademyinLovewellthelastthreewinters，andthatmeansagoodpieceofthesummer，too，firstandlast。ButIguessI’llletmothertalktoyouaboutthat。\"
\"Allright，\"saidWestover。\"WhatIdon’tknowabouteducationisn’tworthknowing。\"
Jefflaughed，andsaidtotheoffhorse，whichseemedtoknowthathewasmeant：\"Getup，there！\"
\"AndCynthia？IsCynthiaathome？\"Westoverasked。
\"Yes；they’realldowninthelittlewood—coloredhouseyet。Cynthiateacheswinters，andsummersshehelpsmother。Shehaschargeofthedining—room。\"
\"DoesFrankycryasmuchasever？\"
\"No，Frank’safineboy。He’sinthehouse，too。Kindofbell—boy。\"
\"Andyouhaven’tworkedMr。Whitwellinanywhere？\"
\"Well，hetalkstotheladies，andtakespartiesof’emmountain—
climbing。Iguesswecouldn’tgetalongwithoutMr。Whitwell。Hetalksreligionto’em。\"HecastamockingglanceatWestoveroverhisshoulder。\"Womenseemtolikereligion，whethertheybelongtochurchornot。\"
Westoverlaughedandasked：\"AndFox？How’sFox？\"
\"Well，\"saidJeff，\"wehadtogiveFoxaway。Hewasalwayscrosswiththeboarders’children。MybrotherwasonfromColorado，andhetookFoxbackwithhim。\"
\"Ididn’tsuppose，\"saidWestover，\"thatIshouldhavebeensorrytomissFox。ButIguessIshallbe。\"
Jeffseemedtoenjoytheimplicationofhiswords。\"Hewasn’tabaddog。
Hewasstupid。\"