"
"I don't care if we can afford it a dozen times over," said her sister,
with increased decision. "I won't be imposed upon. If I've got either to
drive or be driven, I'd rather drive."
"Of course," said Miss Faithful, who had never driven any living creature
in the whole course of her life.
"I saw Peter Phelps to-day," said Miss Sophonisba, "and he says he'll let
us have the old house up on the hill for anything we like to give."
Miss Faithful gave a little start: "Would you like to live there,
Sophonisba?"
"Why, it's a good convenient situation, and plenty big enough for you and
me and the cat."
"But you know," said Miss Faithful, timidly, "they have told such queer
stories about it." "Stuff and nonsense!" said Miss Sophonisba. "You don't
believe them, I hope?"
"No," hesitated her sister, "but then one remembers them, you know. Widow
Eldridge always said she saw old Doctor Haywood there."
"Stuff and nonsense!" said Miss Sophonisba again. "You know perfectly well
you couldn't trust a word she said about anything."
"Oh, Sophonisba, she's dead!" said Miss Faithful, shocked.
"I can't help that, child. It don't hinder her having told fibs all her
lifetime."
"Her husband died the next month."
"Well, so he might anywhere. My wonder is he lived as long as he did,
considering.
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