Who is he, anyhow?"
"Land knows, I don't."
"You don't know! Then what's he doin' here?"
"Changin' his duds, I guess. That's what I'd do if I looked as much like
a drowned rat as he did."
"'Lisha Warren! if you ain't the most PROVOKIN' thing! Don't be so
unlikely. You know what I mean. What's he come here, to this house, for?
"Don't know, Abbie. I didn't know he WAS comin' here till just as we got
down yonder by Emery's corner. I asked him who he was lookin' for, he
said 'Elisha Warren,' and then the tree caved in on us."
"'Lisha, you--you don't s'pose 'twas a--SIGN, do you?"
"Sign?"
"Yes, a sign, a prophecy-like, a warnin' that somethin' is goin' to
happen."
The captain put back his head and laughed.
"Sign somethin' HAD happened, I should think," he answered. "What's
GOIN' to happen is that Pete Shuttuck'll get his buggy painted
free-for-nothin', at my expense. How's supper gettin' along? Is it
ready?"
"Ready? It's been ready for so long that it'll have to be got ready
all over again if... Oh! Come right in, Mr. Graves! I hope you're drier
now."
Captain Warren sprang from the chair to greet his visitor, who was
standing in the doorway.
"Yes, come right in, Mr. Graves," he urged, cordially. "Set down by the
fire and make yourself comf'table.
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