"Dexie, did you do that?" he asked, as she appeared. "That writing looks
very familiar."
"Well, I wrote the inscription," her face never changing expression, "but I
hired another person to set the stone up. Has there been a miracle that you
have come to life again?" she added, turning to Plaisted.
"Well, I'll have to own that you have got the best of me this time, Miss
Dexie; but I'll pay you for that tombstone yet, see if I don't," and he
seated himself to his late breakfast.
There was no need to set up a monument to Plaisted's memory the next
morning, as he was down before the breakfast bell rang, and as Mr.
Sherwood kept him confined to the business they had before them, he found
no time to pay Dexie back for the trick she had played him.
During the day something occurred that referred to business matters in
Prince Edward Island; and becoming annoyed at Plaisted's equivocal answers,
Mr. Sherwood took the copy of the letter Dexie had brought home with her,
and laid it before his eyes. Plaisted read it with a puzzled brow and
shamefaced cheeks.
"Where did you get this?" he asked, in embarrassment.
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