as I've told you before, girls, Silas Green and I we've been keeping steady company now these forty years. But I can't give up the view from my sitting-room windows to go and live at his house on the other hill, and he can't give up the view from his best-room windows to come and live at my house. We've tried and tried, and we can't either of us give up. And so he just comes every Sunday night to see me, as he's done these forty years, and I guess it'll go on a while longer."
They were interrupted by the sound of the tea bell.
Miss Betsey hastily settled her cap over the new front, and they all went down stairs, Cynthia pinching Edith to express her feelings, and longing to tell Jack about Aunt Betsey's latest.
But they found Jack having an animated discussion with his father, his thoughts on business plans intent.
Cynthia anxiously surveyed the two, and she feared from appearances that Mr. Franklin did not intend to yield.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
LIFE IN A LIGHT-HOU