“You bet you won't!” he said, slowly. “I'll see to that.”
“Why, Kenelm, what do you mean?”
“I don't mean nothin'—maybe. Give me some more coffee.”
Captain Obed decided that the present was not the time to suggest a trip to the High Cliff House. He went out again, to walk along the path and think over what he had just heard. It was interesting, as showing the attitude of one of the contracting parties toward the “engagement,” the announcement of which had been such a staggering finish to the “big day” of the County Fair.
Winnie S. came whistling up the path from the village.
“Hi, Cap'n Bangs!” he shouted. “I was just goin' to stop at Hannah's to tell you somethin'.”
“You was, eh?”
“Yup. Then I was goin' on to the High Cliff. I've got somethin' to take to Mrs. Thankful. What do you suppose 'tis?”
He exhibited the long envelope.
“John Kendrick sent it to her,” he said. “I don't know what's in it. And he wants you to come to his office right off, Cap'n Obed. That's what I was goin' to tell you. He says not to wait till afternoon, same as he said, but to come now. It's important, he says.”