R-tabs down, he fixed a facetious
glance upon the housekeeper, making one more effort toward
enlightenment, saying: "I admit Marsden an honest village, less I
never'd a-sold the farm an' moved in. But what's been in the past
ain't no pattern for the futur'. Course, you
hain't had no occasion for bars an' bolts, heretofore, but
hereafter--hereafter--with that bag or box or trunk of diamonds--a
gold box it is, too, they say--or them big lumps of gold out the
mine--prudence is advisable.
Good night." He went out, rather noisily closing the door behind him;
and, fairly snatching up the plate of toast, Susanna repaired
to the room where, in an unlighted gloom, Eunice awaited her supper.
"My suz! Eunice, why didn't you light up 'fore this? I meant
to do it myself, but
what with runnin' up-stairs to tend to Moses an' showin' that
blunderheaded
deacon the ways of doin' our
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