I sha'n't live long a'ter such a
shock. I'm achin' all over. Why did you let him do it?"
"He was too quick for me, Mrs. Payson. I hope you feel better."
"I dunno as I shall ever feel any better," said Mrs. Payson
gloomily. "If Cynthy Ann only knew how her poor old ma'am had
been treated! I dunno as I shall live to get home!"
"Oh, yes, you will," said the young man cheerfully, "and live to
see a good many years more. Would you like to have me attend you
home?"
"I ain't got strength to go so fur," said Mrs. Payson, who had
not given up her plan of taking tea out. "I guess I could go as
fur as Mis' Frost's, an' mebbe some on you will tackle up an'
carry me back to Cynthy Ann's a'ter tea."
Arrived at the farmhouse, Mrs. Payson indulged in a long detail
of grievances; but it was observed that they did not materially
affect her appetite at tea.
The offending musket was found by Frank under a tree, where Pomp
had dropped it when it went off.
CHAPTER XXVIII. JOHN HAYNES HAS A NARROW ESCAPE
John Haynes found the time hang heavily upon his hand after his
withdrawal from the boys' volunteer company.
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