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After
much
cogitation
Matthew
resolved
to
go
to
Samuel
Lawson
’
s
store
instead
of
William
Blair
’
s
.
To
be
sure
,
the
Cuthberts
always
had
gone
to
William
Blair
’
s
;
it
was
almost
as
much
a
matter
of
conscience
with
them
as
to
attend
the
Presbyterian
church
and
vote
Conservative
.
But
William
Blair
’
s
two
daughters
frequently
waited
on
customers
there
and
Matthew
held
them
in
absolute
dread
.
He
could
contrive
to
deal
with
them
when
he
knew
exactly
what
he
wanted
and
could
point
it
out
;
but
in
such
a
matter
as
this
,
requiring
explanation
and
consultation
,
Matthew
felt
that
he
must
be
sure
of
a
man
behind
the
counter
.
So
he
would
go
to
Lawson
’
s
,
where
Samuel
or
his
son
would
wait
on
him
.
Alas
!
Matthew
did
not
know
that
Samuel
,
in
the
recent
expansion
of
his
business
,
had
set
up
a
lady
clerk
also
;
she
was
a
niece
of
his
wife
’
s
and
a
very
dashing
young
person
indeed
,
with
a
huge
,
drooping
pompadour
,
big
,
rolling
brown
eyes
,
and
a
most
extensive
and
bewildering
smile
.
She
was
dressed
with
exceeding
smartness
and
wore
several
bangle
bracelets
that
glittered
and
rattled
and
tinkled
with
every
movement
of
her
hands
.
Matthew
was
covered
with
confusion
at
finding
her
there
at
all
;
and
those
bangles
completely
wrecked
his
wits
at
one
fell
swoop
.
“
What
can
I
do
for
you
this
evening
,
Mr
.
Cuthbert
?
”
Miss
Lucilla
Harris
inquired
,
briskly
and
ingratiatingly
,
tapping
the
counter
with
both
hands
.
“
Have
you
any
—
any
—
any
—
well
now
,
say
any
garden
rakes
?
”
stammered
Matthew
.
Miss
Harris
looked
somewhat
surprised
,
as
well
she
might
,
to
hear
a
man
inquiring
for
garden
rakes
in
the
middle
of
December
.
“
I
believe
we
have
one
or
two
left
over
,
”
she
said
,
“
but
they
’
re
upstairs
in
the
lumber
room
.
I
’
ll
go
and
see
.
”
During
her
absence
Matthew
collected
his
scattered
senses
for
another
effort
.
When
Miss
Harris
returned
with
the
rake
and
cheerfully
inquired
:
“
Anything
else
tonight
,
Mr
.
Cuthbert
?
”
Matthew
took
his
courage
in
both
hands
and
replied
:
“
Well
now
,
since
you
suggest
it
,
I
might
as
well
—
take
—
that
is
—
look
at
—
buy
some
—
some
hayseed
.
”
Miss
Harris
had
heard
Matthew
Cuthbert
called
odd
.
She
now
concluded
that
he
was
entirely
crazy
.
“
We
only
keep
hayseed
in
the
spring
,
”
she
explained
loftily
.
“
We
’
ve
none
on
hand
just
now
.
”
“
Oh
,
certainly
—
certainly
—
just
as
you
say
,
”
stammered
unhappy
Matthew
,
seizing
the
rake
and
making
for
the
door
.
At
the
threshold
he
recollected
that
he
had
not
paid
for
it
and
he
turned
miserably
back
.
While
Miss
Harris
was
counting
out
his
change
he
rallied
his
powers
for
a
final
desperate
attempt
.
