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  thoughtyoushouldhavedoneandItoldyou。“
  “Yes,youdid。Youcertainlytoldme。“
  “Well,didn’tyouwantmetotellyou?“
  “Idon’tknowthatIwantedyoutotellmejustthat。“
  “ButyouaskedmewhatIthought,andthatisexactlywhatIthink。
  Don’tYOUthinkitiswhatyoushouldhavedone?“
  Crawfordhesitated;thenhelaughed。“Whyyes,confoundit,Ido,“
  headmitted。“ButIhopedyouwouldtellmethatwhatIdiddowasright。“
  “WhetherIthoughtsoornot?“
  “Why——well——er——yes。Honestlynow,didn’tyouknowIwantedyoutosaytheotherthing?“
  ItwasMary’sturntohesitate;thenshe,too,laughed。
  “Why,yes,Isuppose——“shebegan;andfinishedwith,“Yes,Idid。“
  “Thenwhydidn’tyousayit?Mostgirlswould。“
  “Perhapsthatiswhy。Ijudgethatmostgirlsofyouracquaintancesayjustaboutwhatyouwantthemto。Don’tyouthinkitisgoodforyoutobetoldthetruthoccasionally?“
  Itwasgoodforhim,ofcourse,and,incidentally,ithadthefascinationofnovelty。Herewasagirlfulloffun,readytotakeajokeaswellasgiveone,neitherflatteringnorexpectingflattery,acountrygirlwhohadkeptstore,yetspeakingofthatphaseofherlifequiteasfreelyasshedidofthefashionableMissesCabot’sschool,notatallashamedtosayshecouldnotaffordthisorthat,simpleandunaffectedbutself-respectingandproud;agirlwhowasatalltimesherselfandretainedherpoiseandcommonsenseeveninthepresenceofhandsomeyoungdemigodwhohadmadetwotouchdownsagainstYale。
  ItwasextremelygoodforCrawfordSmithtoknowsuchagirl。Shehelpedhimtokeephisfeetonthegroundandhisheadfromswelling。Notthattherewasmuchdangerofthelatterhappening,fortheheadwasaprettygoodone,butMaryLathrop’scommonsensewasastimulating——andfascinating——reenforcementtohisown。AshehadsaidontheSundayafternoonoftheirfirstmeetinginBoston,itwasarelieftohavesomeonetotalktowhounderstoodandappreciatedafellow’sseriousthoughtsaswellasthefrivolousones。HisapproachinggraduationfromHarvardandtheworkwhichhewouldbeginattheMedicalSchoolinthefallwereverymuchinhismindjustnow。HetoldMaryhisplansandsheandhediscussedthem。Shehadplansofherown,principallyconcerningwhatshemeanttodotomakelifeeasierforheruncleswhenherschooldayswereover,andthesealsowerediscussed。
  “But,“hesaid,“that’sreallynonsense,afterall,isn’tit?“
  “What?“
  “Why,theideaofyourkeepingstoreagain。You’llneverdothat。“
  “IndeedIshall!Whynot?“
  “Why,because——“
  “Becausewhat?“
  “Because——well,becauseIdon’tthinkyouwill,that’sall。Girlslikeyoudon’thavetokeepacountrystore,youknow——atleast,notforlong。“
  Theremarkwasintendedtoplease;itmighthavepleasedsomegirls,butitdidnotpleasethisone。Mary’sdignitywasoffended。
  Anythingapproachingasluruponherbeloveduncles,ortheirplaceofbusiness,orSouthHarniss,ortheCapeCodpeople,sheresentedwithallhermight。Hereyessnapped。
  “IdonotHAVEtokeepstoreatanytime,“shesaidcrisply,“inthecountryorelsewhere。IdoitbecauseIwishtoandIshallcontinuetodoitaslongasIchoose。Ifmyfriendsdonotunderstandthatfactandappreciatemyreasons,theyarenotmyfriends,thatisall。“
  Crawfordthrewupbothhands。“Whew!“heexclaimed。“Don’tshoot;
  I’llcomedown!GreatScott!Ifyoutakeafellow’sheadofflikethatwhenhepaysyouacomplimentwhatwouldyoudoifhedaredtocriticize?“
  “Wasthatremarkofyoursintendedasacompliment?“
  “Notexactly;moreasastatementoffact。Imeant——Imeant——Oh,comenow,Mary!YouknowperfectlywellwhatImeant。Ownup。“
  Marytriedhardtobesolemnandsevere,butthetwinkleinhiseyewasinfectiousandinspiteofhereffortherlipstwitched。
  “Ownup,now,“persistedCrawford。“YouknowwhatImeant。Now,don’tyou?“
  “Well——well,IsupposeIdo。ButIthinktheremarkwasaverysillyone。ThatisthewaySamKeithtalks。“
  “Eh?Oh,doeshe!“
  “Yes。OrhewouldifIwouldlethim。Andhedoesitmuchbetterthanyoudo。“
  “Well,Ilikethat!“
  “Idon’t。ThatiswhyIdon’twantyoutodoit。Iexpectyoutobemoresensible。And,besides,Iwon’thaveyouoranyonemakingfunofmyuncles’store。“
  “Makingfunofit!Ishouldsaynot!Ihaveavividandmostrespectfulmemoryofit,asyououghttoknow。Bytheway,youtoldmeyouruncleshadsentyoutheirphotographs。MayIseethem?“
  Marybroughtthephotographsfromherroom。TheyhadbeentakenbythephotographeratOstableincompliancewithwhatamountedtoanorderonherpart,andtheresultsshowedtwoelderlymartyrsdressedinrespectablebutuncomfortableSundayclothesandapparentlyawaitingexecution。Onthebackofonemournfulexhibitwaswritten,“MaryAugustafromUncleShadrach,“andontheother,“UncleZoethtoMaryAugusta,withmuchlove。“
  “Now,don’tlaugh,“commandedMary,asshehandedthephotographstoCrawford。“Iknowtheyarefunny,butifyoulaughI’llneverforgiveyou。Thepoordearshadthemtakenexpresslytopleaseme,andIamperfectlysureeitherwouldhavepreferredhavingatoothout。TheyAREthebestmenintheworldandIammorecertainofiteveryday。“
  Crawforddidnotlaughatthephotographs。Hewasayounggentlemanofconsiderablediscretionandhedidnotsmile,notevenatCaptainShad’shands,theleftwithfingersseparatedandclutchingakneeasiftokeepitfromshaking,therightlaidwoodenlyuponagorgeouslyboundparlor-tablecopyof“Lucille。“Insteadoflaughinghepraisedtheoriginalsofthepictures,talkedreminiscentlyofhisownvisitinSouthHarniss,andfinallyproducedfromhispocketbookasmallphotographicprint,whichhelaiduponthetablebesidetheothers。
  “Ibroughtthattoshowyou,“hesaid。“Youwereaskingaboutmyfather,youknow,andItoldyouIhadn’tarespectablephotographofhim。Thatwastrue;Ihaven’t。DadhasanothereccentricitybesideshisdislikeoftheEastandEasternwaysofliving;hehasaperfecthorrorofhavinghisphotographtaken。Don’taskmewhy,becauseIcan’ttellyou。Itisn’tbecauseheisugly;he’samightygood-lookingmanforhisage,ifIdosayit。Buthehasaprejudiceagainstphotographsofhimselfandwon’tevenpermitmetotakeasnapshotifhecanpreventit。Sayspeoplewhoarealwayshavingtheirpicturestakenarevain,conceitedidiots,andsoon。
  However,Icatchhimunawaresoccasionally,andthisisasnapI
  tooklastsummer。HeandIwereonafishingtripupinthemountains。We’regreatpals,DadandI——morethanmostfathersandsons,Iimagine。“
  Marytookthephotographandstudieditwithinterest。Mr。Smith,senior,wasabigman,broad-shoulderedandheavy,withafullgraybeardandmustache。Heworeabroad-brimmedhat,whichshadedhisforeheadsomewhat,buthiseyesandtheshapeofhisnosewerelikehisson’s。
  MarylookedatthephotographandCrawfordlookedather。
  “Well,whatdoyouthinkofhim?“askedtheyoungmanafteraninterval。
  “Think?“repeatedMaryabsently,stillstaringatthephotograph。
  “Why,I——Idon’tknowwhatyoumean。“
  “Imeanwhatisyouropinionofmyrespecteddad?Youmusthaveonebythistime。Yougenerallyhaveoneonmostsubjectsandyou’vebeenlookingatthatpictureforatleastfiveminutes。“
  “HaveI?Ibegyourpardon;Ididn’trealize。Thepictureinterestedme。Ihaveneverseenyourfather,haveI?No,ofcourseIhaven’t。ButitalmostseemsasifIhad。PerhapsIhaveseensomeonewholookslikehim。“
  “Shouldn’twonder。Myself,forinstance。“
  “Ofcourse。Thatwasstupidofme,wasn’tit?Helookslikeaninterestingman,onewhohashadexperiences。“
  “Hehas。Daddoesn’ttalkabouthimselfmuch,eventome,buthehadsomehardrubsbeforehereachedthesmoothplaces。Hadtofighthisway,Iguess。“
  “Helooksasifhehad。Buthegothiswayintheend,Ishouldimagine。Hedoesn’tlooklikeonewhogivesupeasily。“
  “Heisn’t。Prettystubbornsometimes,Dadis,butabricktome,justthesame。“
  “WasyourmotheranEasternwoman?“
  “No。ShewasaWesterner,fromCalifornia。Dadwasmarriedtwice。
  HisfirstwifecamefromNewEnglandsomewhere,Ibelieve。Ididn’tknowtherehadbeenanotherwifeuntilIwasnearlyfifteenyearsold,andthenIfounditoutentirelybyaccident。Shewasburiedinanothertown,yousee。Isawhernamefirstonthegravestoneanditmadeanimpressiononmebecauseitwassooddandold-