He could not help laughing either when 'Manda Grier said, "I guess
if you was likely to forget the number you could go round to the
station and inquire. They got your address too."
"'Manda Grier, you be still!" said Statira.
"S'tira said that's the way she knew you was from Willoughby
Pastures. Her folks is from up that way, themselves. She says the
minute she heard the name she knew it couldn't 'a' be'n you, whoever
it was done it."
"'Manda Grier!" cried Statira again.
"I tell her she don't believe 't any harm can come out the town o'
Willoughby, anywheres."
"'Manda!" cried Statira.
Lemuel was pleased, but he could not say a word. He could not look
at Statira.
"Well, good evening," said Amanda Grier.
"Well, good evening," said Lemuel.
"Well, good evening," said Statira.
"Well, good evening," said Lemuel again.
The next moment they were gone round the corner, and he was left
standing before the provision man's, with his packages in his hand.
It did not come to him till he had transacted his business within,
and was on his way home, that he had been very impolite not to ask
if he might not see them home. He did not know but he ought to go
back and try to find them, and apologise for his rudeness, and yet
he did not see how he could do that, either; he had no excuse for
it; he was afraid it would seem queer, and make them laugh.
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