They've always sent loads of wood to heat the
minister's study. Maybe they thought they'd stand less chance of hell
fire if they heated up the gospel in this life."
"Then I'll move my books and writing materials right over there,"
said Elliot with a most boyish glee.
Mrs. Black nodded approvingly. "So I would." She hesitated a moment,
then she spoke again. "I was just a little bit doubtful about taking
that young woman in yesterday," said she.
Elliot regarded her curiously. "Then you never had met her before?"
"No, she just landed here with her trunk. The garage man brought her,
and she said he told her I took boarders, and she asked me to take
her. I don't know but I was kind of weak to give in, but the poor
little thing looked sort of nice, and her manners were pretty, so I
took her. I thought I would ask you how you felt about it this
morning, but there ain't any reason to, perhaps, for she ain't going
to stay here very long, anyway. She says she's going to buy the old
Bolton place and have it fixed up and settle down there as soon as
she can. She told me after you had gone out. She's gone now to look
at it. Mr. Whittle was going to meet her there. Queer, ain't it?"
"It does look extraordinary, rather," agreed Elliot, "but Miss Orr
may be older than she looks."
"Oh, she ain't old, but she's of age. She told me that, and I guess
she's got plenty of money."
"Well," said Elliot, "that is rather a fine old place. She may be
connected with the Bolton family.
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