CHAPTER IV.
BAILEY BANGS'S EXPERIMENT Lemuel Myrick's painting jobs have the quality so prized by our village small boys in the species of candy called "jaw breakers," namely, that of "lasting long." But even Lem must finish sometime or other and, late in July, the Cy Whittaker place was ready for occupancy.

The pictures were in their places on the walls, the old-fashioned furniture filled the rooms, there was even a pile of old magazines, back numbers of Godey's Lady's Book, on the shelf in the sitting room closet.
Then, when Captain Cy had notified Mrs.Bangs that the perfect boarding house would shelter him no longer than the coming week, a new problem arose.
"Whit," said Asaph earnestly, "you've sartin made the place rise up out of its tomb; you have so.

It's a miracle, pretty nigh, and I cal'late it must have cost a heap, but you've done it--all but the old folks themselves.

You can't raise them up, Cy; money won't do that.

And you can't live in this great house all alone.