The chance speedily came
April days brought the longed-for plowing and planting, and the farmer was so busy and absorbed in his work that Mrs. Mumpson had less and less place in his thoughts, even as a thorn in the flesh.?One bright afternoon, however, chaos came again unexpectedly.?Mrs. Wiggins did not suggest a volatile creature, yet such, alas! she was.?She apparently exhaled and was lost, leaving no trace.?The circumstances of her disappearance permit of a very matter-of-fact and not very creditable explanation.?On the day in question she prepared an unusually good dinner, and the farmer had enjoyed it in spite of Mrs. Mumpson’s presence and desultory remarks.?The morning had been fine and he had made progress in his early spring work.?Mrs. Wiggins felt that her hour and opportunity had come.?Following him to the door, she said in a low tone and yet with a decisive accent, as if she was claiming a right, “Master, hi’d thank ye for me two weeks’ wages.”
He unsuspectingly and unhesitatingly gave it to her, thinking, “That’s the way with such people.?They want to be paid often and be sure of their money.?She’ll work all the better for having it.”
Mrs. Wiggins knew the hour when the stage passed the house; she had made up a bundle without a very close regard to meum or tuum, and was ready to flit.?The chance speedily came.
The “caretaker” was rocking in the parlor and would disdain to look, while Jane had gone out to help plant some early potatoes on a warm hillside.?The coast was clear.?Seeing the stage coming, the old woman waddled down the lane at a remarkable pace, paid her fare to town, and the Holcroft kitchen knew her no more.
That she found the “friend” she had wished to see on her way out to the farm, and that this friend brought her quickly under Tom Watterly’s care again, goes without saying.
As the shadows lengthened and the robins became tuneful, Holcroft said, “You’ve done well, Jane.?Thank you.?Now you can go back to the house.”
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