"What did yer do it fur?" asked Mrs. Putnam.
"I wished to retain his good opinion," replied Lindy.
"Who was it?" inquired Mrs. Putnam eagerly. Lindy did not answer. "Oh, you won't tell!" said Mrs. Putnam. "Wall, I bet I can guess; it's that feller that's boardin' over to Pettingill's."
Mrs. Putnam saw the blood rise in Lindy's face, and she chuckled to herself.
"What reason have you for forming such an opinion?" asked Lindy.
"Wall, I can kinder put two and two together," said Mrs. Putnam. "The day Alice Pettengill came over here with him you two wuz down in the parlor together, and I had to pound on the floor three times afore I could make him hear. I knew you must be either spoonin' or abusin' me."
It was with difficulty that Lindy kept back the words which rose to her lips, but she said nothing.
"Did yer tell him that I wuz goin' to leave my money to some one else?"
"It wasn't necessary," said Lindy, "I judged from some things that he said that you had told him yourself."