"Is Ivory in here?" The door opened and Rodman Boynton appeared
on the threshold.
"No, sonny, Ivory ain't been in this evening replied Ezra Simms.
"I hope there ain't nothin' the matter over to your house?"
"No, nothing particular," the boy answered hesitatingly; "only
Aunt Boynton don't seem so well as common and I can't find Ivory
anywhere."
"Come along with me; I'll help you look for him an' then I'll go
as fur as the lane with yer if we don't find him." And kindly
Rish Bixby took the boy's hand and left the store.
"Mis' Boynton had a spell, I guess!" suggested the storekeeper,
peering through the door into the darkness. "'T ain't like Ivory
to be out nights and leave her to Rod."
"She don't have no spells," said Abel Day. "Uncle Bart sees
consid'able of Ivory an' he says his mother is as quiet as a
lamb.--Couldn't you git no kind of a certif'cate of Aaron's death
out o' that Enfield feller, Peter? Seems's if that poor woman'd
oughter be stopped watchin' for a dead man; tuckerin' herself all
out, an' keepin' Ivory an' the boy all nerved up."
"I've told Ivory everything I could gether up in the way of
information, and give him the names of the folks in Ohio that had
writ back to New Hampshire.
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