"
"You mean Zeb's mother?" asked Prudence. "Well, she'll take care of
her, I guess. And Zeb is strong and willing. If she gets crazy in
the night, they ought to be able to hold her."
A faint smile flickered for a moment about Tunis Latham's stern
lips.
"I don't guess she will act up so very bad with strangers."
"I swan! We was strangers enough to her, it would seem," exclaimed
Cap'n Ira.
"But she seems to consider that you ought not to be," Tunis pointed
out.
"Never heard of such a thing!" muttered the old man.
"I would have been glad to get her out of town this very night,"
Tunis observed quietly. "But it could not be done. She is convinced
that she has what she calls 'rights,' and she proposes to remain and
fight for them."
"I swan!"
"You will have to be firm with her. I explained to Zeb's mother what
we thought was the matter with her. And I'll try to find her
friends. She says she comes from Boston."
"Goodness gracious gallop!" exclaimed the old woman, more angry than
frightened now. "She certainly can't stay here and tell those awful
things she was saying about Ida May."
"I don't really see how we are going to stop her, right at first,"
Tunis rejoined.
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