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of course _I_ can't watch." "_She_ sha'n't get it!" said Phil. "I'll be there. I'll be Sinbad's old man of the mountain for Mintie. I won't sit on her shoulders, but I'll sit on the counter; and if there's a scratch of Mr. Linden's in the mail-bag, I'll engage I'll see it as fast as she will. I know his seal too." "_Could_ she have done it to tease me?" Reuben said,--"I've never had the least thing to do with her but through that post-office window." "What did you ever give her through the post-office window?" Phil asked half laughingly. "Questions enough--" Reuben said, his thoughts too busy to notice any underhand meaning,--"and lately she's given me rather cross answers. That's all." "Well what do you suppose she stole your letters for?" "I don't know enough about her to guess," Reuben said frankly. "Well," said Phil, "_I_ guess Dr. Harrison won't appoint the postmaster of Pattaquasset when I am President. I rather think he won't." "I wish you'd make haste and be President," Reuben said. "But if he didn't know anything about Mrs. Tuck, Phil, other people did--and thought she was honest at least. And you know _she_'s postmaster, by right." "_She_--is the female of Dromy!" said Phil with intense expression. "But Mintie aint a fool, and it's _she_'s post-master--anyhow Dromy says it's she that's Dr. Harrison's friend;--so that makes it. But that don't tell why she wants the letters." "Dr. Harrison's friend?" said Reuben,--"what does she have to do with him?" "I aint a friend of either of 'em, so I don't know," said Phil. "But girls with pretty faces will make friends with anybody!" A very high degree of masculine charity and correctness of judgment was expressed in Phil's voice and words. Reuben made no reply--his charity, of any sort, was not in a talkative mood, and the two parted kindly at Phil's cross road. Not home to dinner now, for Reuben! The minutes of talk had seemed long to his impatience; he had borne them, partly to get information, partly to keep down suspicion. But now with Phil out of sight, he turned short about and took the way to Mrs. Derrick's with almost flying steps. True, he was not dressed for "Miss Faith's" room--but Reuben Taylor was always neat and in order, and she must not wait. He hurried into Mrs. Roscom's--there to leave his basket and every removable trace of his work,--then on! Faith had spent the early morning upon her couch;--no need to ask if she fel
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