places was very particular. Where's Kenelm?"
"I don't know. He's to work, I suppose. That's what he's hired for, they
tell me."
"Oh, indeed! Well," with emphasis, "he doesn't have to work, unless
he wants to. My brother has money of his own, enough to subside
on comf'tably, if he wanted to do it. His comin' here is just to
accommodate Mrs. Barnes, that's all. Where is he?"
"Last I saw of him he was accommodatin' the horse stall. He may be
uptown by this time, for all I know."
"Uptown?" in alarm. "What would he be uptown for? He ain't got any
business there, has he?"
"Search ME. Good many guys--folks, I mean--seem to be always hangin'
'round where they haven't business. Well, I've got some of my own and I
guess I'd better attend to it. Good mornin', ma'am."
Miss Howes cautioned Imogene against arousing the Parkers' enmity.
"Lordy! I mean mercy sakes, ma'am," exclaimed Imogene, "you needn't be
afraid so far as Kenelm's concerned. I do boss him around some, when I
think it's needful, but it ain't my bossin' that worries him, it's that
Hannah woman's. He says she's at him all the time. Don't give him the
peace of his life, he says. He's a misunderstood man, he tells me. Maybe
he is; there are such, you know. I've read about 'em in stories."
Emily smiled. "Well," she said, "I wouldn't drive him too hard, if I
were you, Imogene. He isn't the hardest worker in the world, but he does
do some work, and men who can be hired to work about a place in summer
are scarce here in East Wellmouth. You must be patient with him."
"Lor--land sakes! I am. But he does make me cross. He'd be settin' in my
kitchen every evenin' if I'd let him. Don't seem to want to go home. I
don't know's I blame him for that. You think I ought to let him set, I
suppose, Miss Howes?"
"Why, yes, if he doesn't annoy you too much. We must keep him contented.
You must sacrifice your own feelings to help Aunt Thankful. You would be
willing to make some sacrifice for her, wouldn't you?"
"You bet your life I would! She's the best woman on earth, Mrs. Barnes
is. I'd do anything for her, sacrifice my head, if that was worth five
cents to anybody. All right, he can set if he wants to. I--I suppose
I might improve his mind, hey, ma'am? By readin' to him, I mean. Mrs.
Thankful, she's been givin' me books to improve my mind; perhaps they'd
improve his if I read 'em out loud to him. His sister prob'ly won't like
it, but I don't care. You couldn't impr
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