It's so curious,' she says.
"'Ain't it ?' says Abbie, and smiles some more.
"So that night, when Kenelm sat by the stove, turnin' the air blue, his sister set at the other side of the table with that advertisement hid behind the Wellmouth Advocate readin' and thinkin'.

She wrote a letter afore she went to bed and bought a dollar's worth of stamps at the postoffice next day.

And for a week she watched the mails the way one of these city girls does when the summer's 'most over and eight or nine of her fellers have finished their vacations and gone back to work.
"About ten days after that Kenelm begins to feel kind of off his feed, so's to speak.

Somethin' seemed to ail him and he couldn't make out what 'twas.

They'd had a good many cranberries on their bog that year and Hannah'd been cookin' 'em up fast so's they wouldn't spile.