I'd know better if I knew what he told
you."
"He told me that Mrs. Armstrong here was movin' back to Luretta
Smalley's to-day. Jed Winslow, have you been big enough fool--"
Jed held up the big hand.
"Yes," he said. "I always am."
"You always are--what?"
"A big enough fool. Sam, what is a lease?"
"What is a lease?"
"Yes. Never mind tellin' me; show me. Make out a lease of this
house to Mrs. Armstrong here."
Mrs. Armstrong was, naturally, rather surprised.
"Why, Mr. Winslow," she cried; "what are you talking about? We
haven't agreed upon rent or--"
"Yes, we have. We've agreed about everything. Er--Babbie, you get
your things on and come on over to the shop. You and I mustn't be
sittin' 'round here any longer. We've got to get to WORK."
CHAPTER VII
And so, in as sudden a fashion as he had granted the "month's
trial," did Jed grant the permanent tenure of his property. The
question of rent, which might easily have been, with the ordinary
sort of landlord, a rock in the channel, turned out to be not even
a pebble. Captain Hunniwell, who was handling the business
details, including the making out of the lease, was somewhat
troubled.
"But, Jed," he protested, "you've GOT to listen to me. She won't
pay forty a month, although she agrees with me that for a furnished
house in a location like this it's dirt cheap.
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