"Pretty snug, ain't it?" continued the captain. "Not exactly up to that
I've been luxuriatin' in lately, but more fittin' to my build and class
than that was, I shouldn't wonder. No Corot paintin's nor five thousand
dollar tintypes of dory codders; but I can manage to worry along without
them, if I try hard. Neat but not gaudy, I call it--as the architect
feller said about his plans for the addition to the county jail at
Ostable. Hey? Ho! Ho!"
Pearson began to get a clue to the situation.
"Captain Warren," he demanded, "have you--Do you mean to say you've
taken this room to LIVE in?"
"No, I ain't said all that yet. I wanted to talk with you a little afore
I said it. But that was my idea, if you and I agreed on sartin matters."
"You've come here to live! You've left your--your niece's house?"
"Ya-as, I've left. That is, I left the way the Irishman left the stable
where they kept the mule. He said there was all out doors in front of
him and only two feet behind. That's about the way 'twas with me."
"Have your nephew and niece--"
"Um-hm. They hinted that my room was better than my company, and, take
it by and large, I guess they was right for the present, anyhow. I set
up till three o'clock thinkin' it over, and then I decided to get out
afore breakfast this mornin'.
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