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 this way now-a-days. That's what I said to Mrs. Deacon Whittle-- You know some folks thought you were kind of foolish not to buy Mrs. Solomon Black's house down in
the village. But
if you're going to live here all alone, dearie, ain't it going to be
kind of lonesome--all these big rooms for a little body like you?" "Tell me about it, please," begged Lydia. "I--I've been wondering
which room was his." "You mean Andrew Bolton's, I s'pose," said Mrs. Daggett
reluctantly. "But I hope you won't worry any over what folks
tells you about the day he was taken
away. My! seems as if 'twas yesterday." She moved softly into one of the spacious, sunny rooms and stood looking about her, as if her eyes beheld once more the tragedy long since folded into the past. "I ain't
going to tell you anythi