"It was," returned he, "but you know you had the pig's feet and ears at the fall butchering, and Mrs. Pimble gave you a petticoat in the winter. These things would amount to more than fifty cents, if I put their real value upon them; but as you have cashed this payment, I will, as I said before, call all square with a few days' light work from you."
Mrs. Danforth drew another note from her pocket, and, placing it in his hand, asked him to satisfy himself of his claims upon her, as she could not favor him with her services as he desired, having work of her own to do. Mr. Pimble looked still more astonished when he felt the second note between his fingers. He put it in his pocket and returned her a silver piece. She took it, and, turning to depart, said, "I shall not want your house any longer, Mr. Pimble. I am going to move away to-day."
"Where are you going?" he asked, opening his sleepy eyes very wide.
"I have hired a room in Deacon Allen's cottage," answered she. "It is near the seminary, where William attends school."
Mr. Pimble continued to stare on the woman, with distended eyeballs.
"You have been a very peaceable tenant," he said at length; "I would rent my house cheaper, if you would remain another year."
"I have made my arrangements to move, and would prefer to do so," returned Mrs. Danforth, bidding him good-morning.
He looked very much disconcerted after she was gone, and muttered, he "did not see what had set Dilly Danforth up so, all at once."
CHAPTER XLVII.
"'Tis silent all!—but on my ear