Hawkins," and he took her hand, which
was still wet, in his, and shook it warmly.
He turned to leave the house by the kitchen door, but Mrs. Hawkins
interposed.
"You better go out the front way," said she, and she ran before him and
opened the door leading to the front entry, and then the front door. As
he passed out, she said, "I wish you success, Mr. Sawyer, and we'll gin
you all our trade."
"Thank you!" said Quincy. He walked down the path, opened the front
gate, and as he closed it raised his hat to Mrs. Hawkins, who stood in
the front doorway, her thin, angular face wreathed in smiles.
"Wall," said she, as she closed the front door and walked back into the
kitchen, "what lies some folks tell. Now, that Professor Strout has
allus said that Mr. Sawyer was so stuck up that he wouldn't speak to
common folks. Wall, I think he's a real gentleman. 'Twon't do for any
one to run him down to me after this."
Here she thought of her money, and, spreading out the three bills in her
hand, she opened the kitchen door and screamed at the top of her voice,
"Jonas! Jonas!! Jonas!!!" There were no signs of Jonas.
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