"Mr. Maxwell," said Lindy; and Hiram came up the steps. "Mrs. Putnam is
dead," said she. "She expired just a few moments ago, about one
o'clock," she continued, looking at her watch. "I want you to go right
down to Mrs. Hawkins's and bring Betsy Green back to stay with her
sister; then tell Mr. Stiles to come up at once with the buggy and a
wagon to carry my trunks to the station. Tell Mr. Stiles I am going to
Boston on the next train. When you come back you can take Miss
Pettengill home. She will be through her lunch by the time you get back.
After you've taken her home, I want you to go and get Mrs. Pinkham, the
nurse; tell her Mrs. Putnam, is dead, and that I want her to come and
lay her out. Then drive over to Montrose and tell Mr. Tilton, the
undertaker, that I want him to make all the arrangements for the
funeral And take this for your trouble," said she, as she passed him a
five dollar bill.
"Oh, that's too much," cried Hiram, drawing back.
"Take it," said Lindy, with a smile; "I have plenty more--more than I
need--more than I know what to do with.
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