"Who was it?" inquired Mrs. Putnam eagerly. Lindy did not answer. "Oh,
you won't tell!" said Mrs. Putnam. "Wall, I bet I can guess; it's that
feller that's boardin' over to Pettingill's."
Mrs. Putnam saw the blood rise in Lindy's face, and she chuckled to
herself.
"What reason have you for forming such an opinion?" asked Lindy.
"Wall, I can kinder put two and two together," said Mrs. Putnam. "The
day Alice Pettengill came over here with him you two wuz down in the
parlor together, and I had to pound on the floor three times afore I
could make him hear. I knew you must be either spoonin' or abusin' me."
It was with difficulty that Lindy kept back the words which rose to her
lips, but she said nothing.
"Did yer tell him that I wuz goin' to leave my money to some one else?"
"It wasn't necessary," said Lindy, "I judged from some things that he
said that you had told him yourself."
"Did he tell you who it wuz?" persisted Mrs. Putnam.
"No," said Lindy. "I did my best to find out, but he wouldn't tell me."
"Good for him," cried Mrs. Putnam. "Then ye don't know?"
"I can put two and two together," replied Lindy.
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