Only the functions of the club, as they went forward,
would be occasionally interrupted. Thus she would read
aloud "as in her private duty bound"--
"`The peasantry were excited, but were held in check
by promises from Stambuloff. The emissaries of the
Czar--'
"Mrs. Goodspeed, would you mind reading on? Here is
the place. I see my postman pass the window."
And so, moving quickly to the front door, she
interviewed the faithful Harrington, dressed, heaven
knows why, in Confederate uniform of gray. For
Harrington had served his four years on the loyal side.
Four times a day did Harrington with his letter-bag
renew the connection of this household with the world and
other worlds.
"Dear Mr. Harrington, I thought you could tell us.
Here is a girl named Nora McLaughlin, and here is her
trunk, both left at the door by the milkman, and we do
not know anything about where she belongs."
"Insufficient address?" asked Harrington,
professionally.
"Exactly. All she knows is that her brother is named
John."
"A great many of them are," said Harrington, already
writing on his memorandum book, and in his memory fixing
the fact that a large, two-legged living parcel,
insufficiently addressed, had been left at the wrong door
for John McLaughlin; also a trunk, too large for delivery
by the penny post.
"I will tell the other men, and if I was you I would
send to the police.
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