The Country of the Pointed Firs

“I've seen to everything now,” she told me in an unusually loud and business-like voice. “Your trunks are on the w'arf by this time. Cap'n Bowden he come and took 'em down himself, an' is going to see that they're safe aboard. Yes, I've seen to all your 'rangements,” she repeated in a gentler tone. “These things I've left on the kitchen table you'll want to carry by hand; the basket needn't be returned. I guess I shall walk over towards the Port now an' inquire how old Mis' Edward Caplin is.” I glanced at my friend's face, and saw a look that touched me to the heart. I had been sorry enough before to go away. “I guess you'll excuse me if I ain't down there to stand around on the w'arf and see you go,” she said, still trying to be gruff. “Yes, I ought to go over and inquire for Mis' Edward Caplin; it's her third shock, and if mother gets in on Sunday she'll want to know just how the old lady is.” With this last word Mrs. Todd turned and left me as if with sudden thought of something she had forgotten, so that I felt sure she was coming back, but presently I heard her go out of the kitchen door and walk down the path toward the gate. I could not part so; I ran after her to say good-by, but she shook her head and waved her hand without looking back when she heard my hurrying steps, and so went away down the street.