"We couldn't get anywhere near what it's worth, Tabitha, anyway. No one
here wants it or can afford to buy it for what it ought to bring. It is
really absurd to think of it. Of course, if I had an offer--a good big
one--that would be quite another thing; but there's no hope of that."
Rachel's lips said "hope," but her heart said "danger," and the latter
was what she really meant. She did not know that but two hours before, a
stranger had said to a Fairtown lawyer:
"I want a summer home in this locality. You don't happen to know of a
good old treasure of a homestead for sale, do you?"
"I do not," replied the lawyer. "There's a place on the edge of the
village that would be just the ticket, but I don't suppose it could be
bought for love nor money."
"Where is it?" asked the man eagerly. "You never know what money can do--
to say nothing of love--till you try."
The lawyer chuckled softly.
"It's the Hapgood place. I'll drive you over to-morrow. It's owned by
two old maids, and they worship every stick and stone and blade of grass
that belongs to it. However, I happen to know that cash is rather scarce
with them--and there's ample chance for love, if the money fails," he
added, with a twitching of his lips.
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