But I know how 'twill end: Atkins 'll get the place.

He always gets what he wants, Heman does." Bailey turned and looked back at the old house, forlorn amidst its huddle of blackberry briers and weeds, and with the ubiquitous "silver-leaf" saplings springing up in clusters everywhere about it and closing in on its defenseless walls like squads of victorious soldiery making the final charge upon a conquered fort.
"Well," sighed Mr.Bangs, "so that 'll be the end of the old Whittaker place, hey?
Sho! things change in a feller's lifetime, don't they?
You and me can remember, Ase, when Cap'n Cy Whittaker was one of the biggest men we had in this town.

So was his dad afore him, the Cap'n Cy that built the house.

I wonder the looks of things here now don't bring them two up out of their graves.

Do you remember young Cy--'Whit' we used to call him--or 'Reddy Whit,' 'count of his red hair?
I don't know's you do, though; guess you'd gone to sea when he run away from home." Mr.Tidditt shook his head.
"No, no!" he said.