She came
back promptly.
"Says they never have cabbage," she announced with gloomy triumph
and a conclusive glance at Mr. Townsend. "Their girl was real
sassy."
"Oh, father, let's move away; let's sell the house," cried Adrianna
in a panic-stricken tone.
"If you think I'm going to sell a house that I got as cheap as this
one because we smell cabbage in a vacant lot, you're mistaken,"
replied David firmly.
"It isn't the cabbage alone," said Mrs. Townsend.
"And a few shadows," added David. "I am tired of such nonsense. I
thought you had more sense, Jane."
"One of the boys at school asked me if we lived in the house next
to the vacant lot on Wells Street and whistled when I said 'Yes,'"
remarked George.
"Let him whistle," said Mr. Townsend.
After a few hours the family, stimulated by Mr. Townsend's calm,
common sense, agreed that it was exceedingly foolish to be
disturbed by a mysterious odour of cabbage. They even laughed at
themselves.
"I suppose we have got so nervous over those shadows hanging out
clothes that we notice every little thing," conceded Mrs. Townsend.
"You will find out some day that that is no more to be regarded
than the cabbage," said her husband.
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