She never budges an inch but Mark Wilson or Phil Perry are
follerin' behind, with Cephas Cole watchin' his chance right
along, too. Waitstill don't seem to have no beaux; what with
flyin' around to keep up with the Deacon, an' bein' a mother to
Patience, her hands is full, I guess."
"If things was a little mite dif'rent all round, I could
prognosticate who Waitstill could keep house for," was Peter
Morrill's opinion.
"You mean Ivory Boynton? Well, if the Deacon was asked he'd never
give his consent, that's certain; an' Ivory ain't in no position
to keep a wife anyways. What was it you heerd 'bout Aaron Boynton
up to New Hampshire, Peter?" asked Abel Day.
"Consid'able, one way an' another; an' none of it would 'a' been
any comfort to Ivory. I guess Aaron 'n' Jake Cochrane was both of
'em more interested in savin' the sisters' souls than the
brothers'! Aaron was a fine-appearin' man, and so was Jake for
that matter, 'n' they both had the gift o' gab. There's nothin'
like a limber tongue if you want to please the women-folks! If
report says true, Aaron died of a fever out in Ohio somewheres;
Cortland's the place, I b'lieve. Seems's if he hid his trail all
the way from New Hampshire somehow, for as a usual thing, a man
o' book-larnin' like him would be remembered wherever he went.
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