“That's right. That's right. Good morning.”
He walked briskly down the hill. The trio gazed after him.
“Well,” sighed Mr. Tidditt. “That's settled. And it's a comfort to know 'tis settled. Still I did kind of want Phoebe Dawes; but of course Heman knows best.”
“Course he knows best!” snapped Bailey. “Ain't he the biggest gun in this county, pretty nigh? I'd like to know who is if he ain't. The committee 'll call the Normal School girl now, and a good thing, too.”
Captain Cy was still gazing at the dignified form of the “biggest gun in the county.”
“Let's see,” he asked. “Who's on the school committee? Eben Salters, of course, and—”
“Yes. Eben's chairman and he'll vote Phoebe, anyhow; he's that pig-headed that nobody—not even a United States Representative—could change him. But Darius Ellis 'll be for Heman's way and so 'll Lemuel Myrick.
“Lemuel Myrick? Lem Myrick, the painter?”
“Sartin. There ain't but one Myrick in town.”
“Hum!” murmured the captain and was silent for some minutes.