Leslie'll be so glad
you're back. She's almost buried alive over there.
Fortunately Dick can shovel snow, and thinks it's great
fun. Susan sent me word to tell you she would be on
hand tomorrow. Where are you off to now, Captain?"
"I reckon I'll plough up to the Glen and sit a bit with
old Martin Strong. He's not far from his end and he's
lonesome. He hasn't many friends--been too busy all
his life to make any. He's made heaps of money,
though."
"Well, he thought that since he couldn't serve God and
Mammon he'd better stick to Mammon," said Miss
Cornelia crisply. "So he shouldn't complain if he
doesn't find Mammon very good company now."
Captain Jim went out, but remembered something in the
yard and turned back for a moment.
"I'd a letter from Mr. Ford, Mistress Blythe, and he
says the life-book is accepted and is going to be
published next fall. I felt fair uplifted when I got
the news. To think that I'm to see it in print at
last."
"That man is clean crazy on the subject of his
life-book," said Miss Cornelia compassionately.
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