Your gentleman
born is always as modest as a woman. He ran down stairs, and seizing the
widowed Plodgitt, said hastily:
"You're just killing yourself here. Take a change. Come down to Monterey
for a day or two with me, and bring miss De Haro with you for company."
The old lady recognized the situation. Thatcher was now a man of vast
possibilities. In all maternal daughters of Eve there is the slightest
bit of the chaperone and match-maker. It is the last way of reviving the
past.
She consented, and Carmen De Haro could not well refuse.
The ladies found the "Blue Mass" mills very much as Thatcher had
previously delivered it to them, "a trifle rough and mannish." But he
made over to them the one tenement reserved for himself, and slept with
his men, or more likely under the trees. At first Mrs. Plodgitt missed
gas and running water, and these several conveniences of civilization,
among which I fear may be mentioned sheets and pillow cases; but the
balsam of the mountain air soothed her neuralgia and her temper.
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