Part 38 (1/2)
”Mom and I would be glad to know what you know about her,” said Zebedee. ”She--she 'pears to have a--a great imagination.”
”I shouldn't wonder,” Cap'n Ira snorted.
”She don't act crazy, but she certainly talks crazy,” the visitor went on emphatically. ”Why, she says the most ridiculous things about--about Miss Bostwick!” He bowed and blushed as he spoke the name and looked penitently toward Sheila. ”Why, she declares _her_ name is Bostwick!”
”That's what she done up here,” said Cap'n Ira grimly. ”I cal'late she means to kick up a fuss. Is she still stopping with your mother, Zeb?”
”Yes. She paid a week's board money down. I expect mom wouldn't have taken her, or it, if Tunis hadn't brought her.”
”That wasn't Tunis' fault,” snapped the old man. ”He had to get shet of her somehow. We expect she'll try to make trouble.”
”Oh, as for that,” said Zeb, with some relief, ”I don't see, even if she is your niece, why she should expect you to take her in if you don't want to!”
”She ain't,” said Cap'n Ira flatly. ”You can take that from me, Zeb.”
”Not any relation at all?”
”None at all, as far as we know,” declared the captain.
”Then what does she want to talk the way she does, for?” cried the young man. ”I told mom she was crazy, and now I know she is.”
”I guess likely,” agreed the old man, taking upon himself the burden of the explanation. ”None of us up here ever saw the gal before.
Neither Prudence nor me nor Ida May. She's loony!”
”I told mom so,” reiterated Zeb, with a great sigh of relief. ”I know what she said must be a pack of foolishness. But you know how mom is. I--”
”She's soft. I know,” returned Cap'n Ira.
”She's so tender-hearted,” explained Zeb. ”The girl talks so. She's talked mom not into believing in her, but into kind of listening and sympathizing with her. And now, to-night, she's took her to see Elder Minnett.”
”What? I swan! To see the elder!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Cap'n Ira. ”What she needs is a doctor, not a minister. What do you think of that, Prudence?”
”I hope Elder Minnett will be able to put her in better mind,”
sighed his wife. ”That girl must have a very wicked heart, indeed, if she isn't really crazy.”
CHAPTER XXVI
ELDER MINNETT HAS HIS SAY
Another night counted among the interminable nights which have dragged their slow length across the couch of sleeplessness. To Sheila, lying in the four-poster--a downy couch, indeed, for a quiet conscience--the s.p.a.ce of time after she blew out her lamp and until the dawn pa.s.sed like the sluggish coils of some Midgard serpent. An eternity in itself.
She came down to her daily tasks again with no change in her looks, although her voice had the same placid, kindly tone which had cheered the old people for these many weeks. But they both were worried about her.
”Maybe she's been working too hard, Prudence,” ventured the old man.
”Can it be so, d'ye think?”
”She says she likes to work. She's a marvel of a housekeeper, Ira. I don't mean to put too much on her, but I can't do much myself, spry as I do feel this fall. And she won't let me, anyway.”