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"Ain't it so?" echoed Uncle Jason. "And you comin' hum--right back from the grave as ye might say, Broxton--is more'n a delight to us. It's a blessin'. What you tell me about that--that derned Tom Hotchkiss----"
"Don't cuss, Jason--an' you a perfessin' member," urged his wife.
"How you goin' to speak of sech a reptile like him without cussin', I wanter know?" grumbled Uncle Jason.
"Well, he's got his," said Marty briskly. "He had all that money hid away in banks, and was just goin' to lay low till things blew over and then he'd set up housekeepin' in that red vest of his somewhere else, an' live easy. But that vest o' his has sort o' faded, ain't it?"
"Hopewell Drugg's got in some real pretty knitted ones," murmured Aunt 'Mira, picking up a dropped st.i.tch.
Marty gaped in surprise.
"Real pretty _what_?" demanded her husband sharply.
"Vests. D'ye want one for your Christmas, Jason?"
"Oh, cricky!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Marty. "I seen 'em hanging there in his window when I went over this afternoon before supper. Dad, they are fully as gay as Tom Hotchkiss' was."
"I bet you was over there to see Lottie Drugg," said his mother quickly.
"What if I was?" demanded the bold, yet blus.h.i.+ng Marty. "I dunno n.o.body in Polktown I was gladder to see than Lottie, 'nless 'twas you, Ma."
"Ahem!" said Mr. Jason Day. "An' he proberbly won't say that many more times, Almiry. So make the most of it."
"Yes," Janice said softly. "Marty's growing up."
At this the youth grew red in the face and bit his lip. But then he straightened up boldly, as if he were a soldier.
"Huh! speak for yourself, Janice Day. You've _grown_ up, you have! You ought to have seen all those greaser army officers dancin' around after her," and he cast a teasing glance at Nelson.
"You can't bother me, young man," replied the schoolmaster, smiling broadly.
"I guess I'm the only one to be bothered at all by our Janice's growing up," her father said a little seriously. "Just as I have her again I seem next door to losing her."
Janice got up, crossed the room, and kissed him; but her glance was warm for Nelson as she did so.
The m.u.f.fled tones of the old grandfather's clock in the hall clashed the hour of ten. Uncle Jason reached down The Book from the corner of the mantelpiece and opened it, reading that night the story of the happiness of another family whose brother came back from the grave.
THE END
