"
She was silent for a moment. Then she said: "I am surprised that
it hasn't been occupied always. Do you ask such a VERY high rent,
Mr. Winslow?"
Jed looked doubtful. "Why, no, ma'am," he answered. "I didn't
cal'late 'twas so very high, considerin' that 'twas just for
'summer and furnished and all. The Davidsons paid forty dollars a
month, but--"
"FORTY dollars! A month? And furnished like that? You mean a
week, don't you?"
Mr. Winslow looked at her. The slow smile wandered across his
face. He evidently suspected a joke.
"Why, no, ma'am," he drawled. "You see, they was rentin' the
place, not buyin' it."
"But forty dollars a month is VERY cheap."
"Is it? Sho! Now you speak of it I remember that Captain Sam
seemed to cal'late 'twas. He said I ought to have asked a hundred,
or some such foolishness. I told him he must have the notion that
I was left out of the sweet ile when they pickled the other thirty-
nine thieves. Perhaps you've read the story, ma'am," he suggested.
His visitor laughed. "I have read it," she said. Then she added,
plainly more to herself than to him: "But even forty is far too
much, of course."
Jed was surprised and a little hurt.
"Yes--er--yes, ma'am," he faltered. "Well, I--I was kind of 'fraid
'twas, but Colonel Davidson seemed to think 'twas about fair, so--"
"Oh, you misunderstand me.
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