"
As Hiram drove off he said to himself, "Lucky girl; she's mighty putty,
too. I wonder that city feller didn't shine up to her. I s'pose she's
comin' back to the funeral."
As Lindy turned to go upstairs she looked into the parlor, and saw Alice
sitting with her head bowed upon her hand. Her first impulse was to go
in and try to justify herself in the eyes of this girl, with whom she
knew that Mr. Sawyer was in love; but no, she was but a waif, with no
name, no birthright, no heritage; that woman had cut her off from her
people. Truly, she had avenged her fancied wrongs.
So Lindy went upstairs to her room, and remained there until after Alice
went home.
When Abner Stiles returned from Eastborough, after having seen Lindy
Putnam and all her belongings safe on board the Boston train, he stopped
at the Putnam house to see if he could be of any further service. Mrs.
Pinkham had arrived some time before, and had attended to those duties
which she had performed for many years for both the young and old of
Mason's Corner, who had been called to their long home.
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