"
"Is it a secret?" asked Huldy.
"No, not exactly a secret," replied Alice. "It's a business matter. I
have a great many things to be read over to me, and considerable writing
to do, and as Mr. Sawyer is going away, I was obliged to have some one
to help me."
"Well!" said Huldy, "you'll miss Mr. Sawyer when he goes away; I did.
Now you mustn't get jealous, Mr. Pettengill," she said to 'Zekiel; "you
know Mr. Sawyer and I were never in love with each other. That was all
village gossip, started by, you know who, and as for Mr. Sawyer liking
Lindy Putnam, or she liking him, I know better. She's never got over the
loss of her brother Jones, who, it seems, wasn't her real brother, after
all; and Samanthy Green told me the other day that Lindy wanted to marry
him."
"I think matters are getting rather too personal for me," said Uncle
Ike, rising. "I may get drawn into it if I stay any longer. I always
liked Lindy Putnam myself." And the old gentleman laughed heartily as he
left the room.
"Well, I guess you and me'd better be goin', if we want to be home at
dinner time," said 'Zekiel to Huldy.
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